Draconian Dream

Ivan your people are calling you now

Mongolia certainly stayed true to the cause of Draconia

The death piper's tune is always played

Greetings friends and countrymen

This is a voice of solitude

The icons are dying in the halls of fame

No sacred space to choose

I am ready for this terrible fall

Peasant question has risen again

Now that our friend has left us for good

He told me that we could meet again

Feodorovna, Rodzianko

I am your fatal mistake

We are the white emigration

Sons of a sterile nation