Зов битвы [Zov bitvy] [English translation]

Winds' song,

The force of a mighty army,

Spirit of forests,

You'll hold in view, brothers.

Again Perun sends us a call to war,

As a fiery arrow descending from the sky.

The might of the gods, prediction of runes,

Will empower us to consummate the battle.

A countless flock of black crows

Hovers over a warrior with a sword in his breast.

You'll bend your knee to the battlefield,

Lead us to imminent victory.

Hey, slavic brothers!

Again as an arrow

Suddenly overtaking the foe,

Again impelling into battle

The slavic army...

A fierce spirit gives willpower to the brave.

Run with the wind! War! Death to the weak!

With fire in the heart destroy the hostile entity.

Drive it to its demise for the glory of the almighty gods.

Have faith and rise looking forth to freedom!

Father Wind will wake the weary spirit.