Заклятье [Zaklyatye] [English translation]

Oh, I invoke you with holy words

I invoke you, Rod*

Rod! I invoke you

With angry words and hot eyes

Father, I wish you go to ground

Like a blue bird

Like a blue bird

Fly down to ground

Fly to down

And fly around

Motherland

And say with your voice holy words

Holy words here and now

Now, now

And then we will see the Rod's path!

Hoy, in the dawn, hoy

Fire will revive

and my sacrifice will reach the sky

Dawn Dew give me water to drink

And I'll bow to Father Rod

Rod, go on the path

Hoy! Go on the path

Lower your weigh palms

to people

Put down to people

And give them big power

And power will be both in government

And in Rod's sons!

Hoy, Great One!

Many Faced One!

Take my sacrifice that fire brings to sky

Stay here near to us!

Now!

With eyes in Prav, with palms in Nav*!

Give the powers

To people staying here!

People that look into your eyes!

Hoy, Great One, Many Faced One!

Take my tries, I glorify you three time!

Hoy, Great One!

Many Faced One!

Take my sacrifice that fire brings to sky

Hoy, Great One, Many Faced One!

Take my tries,

Father, I glorify you!