The great thundergod Perkuns
Our great god
With your power, with your might
Unite us, strengthen us!
The first one is Perkuns, Thunderer of the Sky
Then there is Potrimpus, the one who gives blessings to the earth
The third one is old Peckols, the ruler of the Underworld
Into his realm the deceased find their way
The power of the Oak, the might of the Oak
Unite us, strengthen us!
Daily the everlasting fire are kept burning there by the priests
And priestesses come there in midsummer to make crowns from the oak leafs
And the one, who can talk with the gods and knows their will
The Krive Krivaito himself lives in that sacred grove of Romuve
From ancient times the century old oak grows there
Three idols of gods sit by that oak, mute and noble
One has a burning crown
Another is a strong young lad
The third has a long beard
And a shroud covers his head
The great thundergod Perkuns
Our great god
The first one is Perkuns, Thunderer of the Sky
Then there is Potrimpus, the one who gives blessings to the earth
The third one is old Peckols, the ruler of the Underworld
Into his realm the deceased find their way...