Among boundless fields were born cereal
On rivers, lakes and Baltic Sea
In cities, countries on mountains and valleys 
In Slavonic nation hidden 
Those were in minds and hearts spark of Culture 
Born in mission to keep Idea
Like flames of fire and splash of water
Mighty of (in) faith, like steel of feeling 
With vision of survive Slavonic world
Armoured and armed in ancient knowledge
Conscious in fact of war of identities
Chosen for defend own native bastions 
To destroy lies of postmodernist world
To [bad word] and suppress without any mercy 
Don’t let the jewish christians to smash 
Our Slavonic civilisation
That why Guards of noble tradition 
Promise on own blood in face of Gods and spirits of ancestors
Always defend Slavonic matter