Покровы небесного старца [Pokrovi nebesnogo startsa] [English translation]

Turn-dwarf you into the world,

You see the glow of the past years?

Hand throwing up over his head,

Once again, you will gain peace forever.

Oh, not your hand tremble.

Requires up to the glory of podymi,

Yes, in the Celestial Empire, with mat-land

The newly venturing into Veles dreams.

I will call you,

Elder gates of the kingdom of life!

Where is my life?

No nights, no day!

Prince of peace,

I'll call!

You'll wait

The Sheltering Sky.

I go to you,

Elder Velez!

Like a cloud hiding,

Sweeps multitude of crows,

Drowning your last moan,

Creek uttering farewell.

Where you found death

Sharp violent sword

Hast asked the gods for his death,

My hands they shall smoke.

You'll wait

The Sheltering Sky.

I go to you