Во славу Великим! [Vo slavu Velikim!] [English translation]

Oh, the sky cries with tears,

Irrigating the Alatyr stone.

At sunset Hors is catnapping

And fighting with army of Perun.

Light eyes have been closed,

It isn't slumber in Svarog's night.

Fallen warrior does not know

That he is elevating soul towards Svarog. (Instrumental solo)

Stones are whispering to us something,

Lying on the sacred mounds, remembering the past.

The world was dying in battle with wolves of an alien prophet,

When the idols fell down into holy blood

Under flag of an alien origin!

We will raise our faces

In honour of the grad ones! (Bagpipe solo)

Ancient nation will be not rescued by fear.

I swear by ashes of our ancestors that I'll rise again!

Svarog! Hear the voice of descendants of magnificent ones!

Grandsons of truth are alive! We remember true origin! (Instrumental solo)

Either cuckoo shouts in wood,

Or virgin throws tears.

Oh, don’t crying, darling!

The very heart of warrior is not with us.

Open your clear eyes,

You’ll see in darkness of night the ancestor

As like as the brightest star!

Magnificent will be with you! (Final instrumental solo)