Сквозь туман веков [Skovz' tuman vekov] [English translation]

A wild river has swaddled

The sleeping stones with light water.

A wild river washed with its hand

The faces of wounded warriors.

Straighten your hands, rise them to the Sun!

See Rod through clouds!

Voice of the shepherd,

Who guards the sleep

Of the ones who have fallen here.

Again waits for those,

Who make revenge.

An arrow will fly again

Through the mist of ages,

It will tear in a moment

This thread of worlds.

Tell, you wild river,

About the far ages, about the immortal Gods

Caress, you wild river,

The ones who came from depths, who are loyal to Svarog.

Straighten your hands, rise them to the Sun!

See Rod through clouds!