When the to the city of Constantine
With you, warlike Vikings,
Came Slavic squad
And developed a banner of victory,
Then the glory of Russia inverse,
Shrew Greek in shame and fear,
You nailed his shield damask
Locust on the gate.
Then came the days of the bloody feud;
Your way we have regained.
But dnes, when we once again with glory
K Stambulu ugly come to,
Your hill shook with the roar of abusive,
Your moan jealous of us embarrassed,
And our army to Istanbul
Your old board stopped.
