Славься, Русь! [Slavsya, Rus'!] [English translation]

Mother-Ground is big, Rus' is great

Oh, your (Russian) space is big

Through endless fields of golden color*

Dazhbog's children have come here**

Through eternal thickets

Through distant lands

Our native brothers have come here-

The sons of Dazhbog

We will rise our menacing flags up

We will revive the Old Rus!

We will keep behests of Prav'*** -

I swear to Gods!

Oh-yeah, Mother-Night, daughter of Svarog****

I pray you to hide gray (old) behests of fathers

In thicket of holy forests

From eyes of black angry enemy

Again my heart stops

When I say the words hardly breathing:

I glorify you, My Mother!

I glorify you, Russian soul!

Through eternal thickets

Through distant lands

Native brothers, let say:

I glorify you Rus', My Ground!