Russia, Wake Up!

Get up, awake, holy Russia,
Rise from the ashes of centuries!
Thunder of rage will roar above you,
And let the weight of enemy's fetter will be down.

Wake up, sacred Russia, and straighten shoulders,
It's enough to suffer greatest oppression!
And cruel punishment waits for those
Who have drunken the blood of your sons for a century.

Mighty people rises for the battle,
Anger burns in it.
The battle is for our soil and blood,
And we're fortuned to win.

Let the dawn shine above the lines of brave men,
Who remember the legacy of fathers,
And millions of hands will rise up to the sky,
Hailing the new dawn.

We bravely march, group after group,
The shield for Motherland is reliable.
Runes of victory burn in our hearts,
The sign of sun flies on banners.
There will be no remorse, the revenge will be cruel,
Hand won't tremble in a fight,
And white power of the warriors of light
Will help to crush the enemy.

Mother Russia calls us for defense,
Rise from the knees, Homeland!
In the fight for the freedom of Native land
We'll go - it'll rise.

Disturbing alarm sounds across the land,
Native land, wake up!
And the voice of brave warriors roars:
"Wake up, our Russia, wake up!"