На моей земле [Na moey zemle] [English translation]

(RUSSIAN TRAVELER)(MASHA SCREAM)

Oh, Once at dawn

the scarlet sun was rising.

The sun was scarlet, that early morning

The maid was seeing her fellow off,

To far, far away. Far, far away distant lands.

Seeing him off, giving her tender word.

A tender word, and a word of protection.

“Oh darling, oh I will, I will wait for you

I will wait for you,

And meet you at the crimson sunset.”

The maid’s fingers trembled,

And caught the tears And caught the tears

Flowing from bright eyes.

With gentle hand she removed her amulet

Removed her amulet and prayed for good fortune.

“I pray, I enchant this

And give it to my beloved

for the journey in that distant place,

Protect my beloved from death.”

And that fine fellow departed to foreign lands

to seek happiness for the years, hey!

Oi da di da di da da....

Trail after trail, toward the sun.

Through cold and heat, in light and dark.

Into gray mist, Into Fading light,

Again turning to the Gods.

Bare feet worn bloody.

You follow an unknown road.

And hearing the sea’s call.

You fell into the embraces of Northerly winds.

You went after happiness!

Again you ask this land about it.

(SWEDEN, MANEGARM VOCALIST)

Hear Nerthus* breathe heavily

Svitjod’s* primordial soul

The North Star’s bleak light

The wolf in the night wind

The dawn over the Northern Land

Raven’s wing in Sunna’s Sea

Here my forefathers stand guard

By the one-eyed’s side*

Here I sacrifice to my Gods

the soil of my roots

(RUSSIAN TRAVELER)(MASHA SCREAM)

This house is beautiful

But foreign and cold

I hear the voice of winds of other countries

Reveal the roads thither, O Veles*!

The voice of a new land

Your foot treads upon it

Again, you turned from the road

Far off a foreign river I lured you.

People! Pray tell,

For what is your joyous land reknowned?

The Gods, who are they?

What do these lands hide?

(OBTEST, LITHUANIA ,Vocals)

Boundless woods raised us

Like horses of the wind, in freedom

Black bread like the soil,

Thick foamy mead…

Žemyna’s* falcon

Protects our children in the sun

One-eyed Velinas*

Teaches us of steel, awakening us…

The Ąžuoliniai Mounds*

Look into the distance

As Far as the eye can see-

The land of our forefathers.

(RUSSIAN TRAVELER)(MASHA SCREAM)

Gazing on the beauty of golden fields

I will bend the knee

I will offer tribute to this land

Again, I will leave without a trace.

In the sunset’s brilliance again

A new land’s expanse will blaze

For what is your joyous land reknowned,

Dear to a foreigner’s eyes?

(LATVIA, SKYFORGER)

I have no problems living

on the edge of the great sea

Just as the sea washes in

So it washes out silver

I put on a coat of water

A pelt of pebbles

Now I go to the sea

To play with the northern wind

(RUSSIAN TRAVELER)(MASHA SCREAM)

And again I run off

From a land foreign to my heart

Though the expanses are great

They are not mine

I run far off

Away from the blue seas

Again I ask the people my question

(GERMANY, MENHIR)

Thuringia*, how beautiful you are,

Like a young maiden.

Your limbs are the valley and hill,

And the pretty meadows your dress.

The fresh forest is your breath,

Your speech, birdsong.

The pond, that is your bright eye,

Your greeting is bell-ringing.

The forest, it is your green coat,

Your glossy hair, golden grain.

In colorful bouquets here bloom

Many flowers delicate and rich.

The pretty meadows are your dress.

Your limbs valley and hill.

You are like a young maiden.

Thuringian* land, so beautiful,

So beautiful!

(RUSSIAN TRAVELER)(MASHA SCREAM)

Trail after trail

Toward the sun

Through cold and heat

In light and dark

I run off…

I run off to foreign lands

Bare feet chafing

In my heart keeping hope

I think of my land

Expecting a wonder, again I run

To the seashore

To the new land I’ll pay respect

For what is this land reknowned?

(NETHERLANDS, HEIDEVOLK)

You followed the sun, guided by your gods

Westwards you have traveled

To the boundaries of the land

Where the sea swallows the ground

To the land of the dragon’s cry,

The place fused with my soul,

Your path as led you

Welcome to my fatherland

Warm yourself by the fire, my guest

And refresh yourself with our beer

Far away too we have traveled

But our happiness is here

Where my brothers are around the fire

Drink in this night hour

Where stories and laughter

Sound until the break of day

Our joy we can find

In the woods, in the field of the heath

Our joys we can find

On the shores of the Rhine

(RUSSIAN TRAVELER)(MASHA SCREAM)

Oh, how the scarlet heart yearned

Oh, for its native country

Oh at dawn, hurry

To your Mother, dear heart

And there you sight Rus’

With a song in your heart

Through a maelstrom of emotion

Here they are – your native lands.

In chains of Oblivion

Of the oncoming force of happiness

You cry: “Here is my land!”

You cry: “Here is my land!”