Goy you, Yaro, Yaro-The Sun!
Let my song be heard
Light up the graves of the sleeping brothers
Those whom Mother Earth couldn't hold
I'll touch the sacred mounds by my palm
Telling the Word in the Holy Land:
"Sleep well you, who fell asleep early
We will win in that Holy War!"
Stop! Wake up
The forgotten faith!
Rise up with your voice
With a hope for heavens
You can see the war's face
But you don't know the truth
The sons of light
Die in the Moons flare again
Like a fast arrow will dash away into the distance
The things, that we've forgotten
Againg not allowing the faith
To die in the embraces of the shadow
And they will rise again,
The warriors of Perun
They will shed the blood of enemies
In the cold chains of war
What do the forgotten stones know?
What secret is inside them and what is allien to alive ones?
Wandering again in the chains of the ancient secret,
Speaking to them with your thought
Maybe the grey tree will speak
By the voice of Stribog will sing a song to me
About the native, about something that will come back very soon
And will never leave me again
Goy! Rise up
The Svarog's Banner
Resurrect with the song
And stay with us!
We look on the war's face
We hear the voice of battle
The sons of the Dazhdbog
Turning back again under the moonlight
Oh, Rod! You are unseen to us, but you're giving light
In Real we are alien, look!
And we are powerless in front of the mighty enemy
Let our tired voice rise up
And the oblations to you via the fire
On the way of the Truth, through the ages, the dark ones
We'll hail a sorrow of the past
And we'll tell to Rod
That the alien one came to the native one
Taken away the freedom of the people