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

Oh, the sky cries with tears

he sprays the Alatir stone

Khors snoozes in the sunset

in the battle with the Perun's army.

The bright eyes died out,

This is not a dream in the Svarog's night

A fallen warrior does not know

that his sould ascends to the svarga.

That the stones whispers us

recumbents in the sacred barrows, they remember the past.

How the world died fighting with the wolfs of a foreign prophet.

How fallen the images of the Gods in the sacred blood

Under the foreign prophet's banner of the cross.

We will rise our face

¡As the great, to the victory!

Great Rus' you will not save with the fear

I swear rebel as my ancestors' ashes

Svarog! Hear you the glorious descendants' voice?

The descendants of the justs are alive, we preserve the origin

The wild Cuckoo cries fairly

That girl lets fall her tears

Oh, do not cry darling

that warrior's heart is not with us.

Rise your bright eyes

You see the ancestors in the dark night

Like the brighter star,

The glorious will be with you!