Текст песни
Stone on stone
In a valley of wind
Grandma’s bread
In her wrinkled hands
Snow on the ridge
Sun on the field
We learned our names
From the land itself
We are Ossetia
Mountain heart
Open door
From each village fire
To the crowded square floor
Carry our stories
In the lines of our palms
We are Ossetia
Hard as rock
Soft as song
Child on a horse
Racing shadows at dusk
Weddings that last
Till the dawn wakes us up
Three loaves raised
For the living and gone
We drink to the past
So the future feels strong hey!
We are Ossetia
Mountain heart
Open door
From each village fire
To the crowded square floor
Carry our stories
In the lines of our palms
We are Ossetia
Hard as rock
Soft as song
Brothers and sisters
Scattered
Still one
Same rough language
On every tongue
When the road is bleeding dust
When the sky feels far above
We remember who we trust
We remember what we love
We are Ossetia
Mountain heart
Open door
From each village fire
To the crowded square floor
Carry our stories
In the lines of our palms
We are Ossetia
Hard as rock
Soft as song
We are Ossetia
Hard as rock
Soft as song
