Brothers of the Steppes

Dark winds howl through the endless plain,
Three hearts bound in iron and rain.
Slavic blood, forged in fire and flame,
One people, one soul, no chain!


From Kievan Rus to the Cossack's call,
We've marched as one, unbreakable wall.
Russia, Belarus, Ukraine—brothers three,
Centuries of glory, as vast as the sea.
Shared the crowns, the wars, the pain,
From holy crusades to the frozen plain.
Our ancestors rise in the thunder's boom,
United we stand, dispelling the gloom.


Brothers of the steppes, hear the anthem rise!
One blood, one fight, under vengeful skies.
Though shadows divide what the eagles unite,
We'll shatter the chains in the dead of the night!
Brothers of the steppes, no more disguise—
We'll crush the betrayers, pay for their lies!


Pity the stars in these troubled skies,
Wicked hands plunge us into the divide.
Fake prophets whisper, sow hate in the fields,
Poison the rivers where our fathers once kneeled.
Ukraine weeps, Belarus grieves, Russia roars,
History's page torn by traitors' sharp claws.
But from ash we'll rebuild, from scars we'll arise,
In unity's forge, the brotherhood thrives.



Those who drove the wedge, the serpent's true kin,
Plotted in shadows, unleashed the foul sin.
They'll feast on their lies, choke on their greed,
Justice awaits, sown in the bleed.
No mercy for vipers who tear us apart,
The hammer of fate will crush their false heart.


Brothers of the steppes, hear the anthem rise!
One blood, one fight, under vengeful skies.
Though shadows divide what the eagles unite,
We'll shatter the chains in the dead of the night!
Brothers of the steppes, no more disguise—
We'll crush the betrayers, pay for their lies!