Гнев времен [Gnev vremen] [English translation]

The crying of a tree,

a image of the Gods in the eyes.

The face of the time again causes us fears.

The shadows of them which come down to the Kurgan

Live in us, they really echo in us.

Wake up lineage, you sleep here.

The song rise itself at the top, to the Svarga.

The song of the winds, a strong voice descendants'

The father god Rod hears us!

In a drop of rain

The invisible past tears itself from the outside

Like a breath of eternal victories

It hides itself in the hope.

Through the crying of the mothers in pain by the land of their dead sons

We see this resurgence in the lugubrious eclipse.

As the heroes of the doomed land

which their faces get away to the centuries

in a hug of the dressed darkness

They bring clouds with themselves

With enemy's blood clean

the sword which break itself in the fierce war!

The crying of a tree, a crying from the depths of the centuries

The fury of the times again invokes the Gods

With my brothers we sing the war hymns

A strong cry remembers us the father dawn

Wake up lineage, you sleep here.

The song rise itself at the top, to the Svarga.

The song of the winds, a strong voice descendants'

The father god Rod hears us!

In a drop of rain

The invisible past tears itself from the outside

Like a breath of eternal victories

It hides itself in the hope.

Through the crying of the mothers in pain by the land of their dead sons

We see this resurgence in the lugubrious eclipse.