Flutter the wings Mother-Sva and calls us, to stand for our land, as we are Rusich!
Standing on the Stone, where the runes of our victories are carved. Weave lace of the fate of our kind and harden the Steel, from which we forge our armor.
Let these clothes protect and inspire you in battle, give warm in winter and cool in summer.
Let these clothes to be like armor of knights in glorious past - noble and strong.
We inserted our soul in it. Flutter the wings Mother-Slava...