Тем, кто не хотел, чтобы мы вернулись.

When all of us return as a nation, You will have to remember where we are from, You will have to remember where you yourselves are from, You turned up here as uninvited guests, Suddenly we will not longer be able to be obedient puppies, We will cease to ask of your favor. We will remember our pride of centuries, Our pride bearing roots from Scythians and Tavrs. When we return, and we will all return! We will gather together in the steppe or on the mountains And joyfully, and with music we will commemorate our dead Who died at your command, who died by your beating rods Hearing your fairy tales about the friendship of nations While you deprived us of our liberty! You stole our homeland, hope and God, Making roads from the ruins of our mosques! Thanks to your convenient loquacious truth, For the sake of loyalty bought with meager portions. For loyalty paid for with meager portions, thanks to your convenient wordy truth. B