The prophetic bird came flying to us
Lightened the night with her golden feather
Sat on the tree and began her song
About bygone great battles
True song about Rus
Svarog gave our ancestor father Ariy
Behest - to conquer all world, to trample the enemies, Rus to defend...
Descendant! Hear this song of glory
Keep Rus in your heart
Which is and which will be our land!
Remember our fathers' deeds
Remember all the times their swords
Were naked and enemies destroyed
It happened so because there were
Mighty leaders of Aryan kins like after a gulp of a sun drink
And at last thunder has crashed down in blue Swarga
We attacked our enemies like falcons rattling
Not feather, but newly made swords!
Led Dazhboh our hosts and cavalry
And wizards made miracles
From the held high fingers sky-hosts appeared and killed the enemies
Motherbird Sva came flying to us and beat them with her wings
Perunitsa came flying, carrying horn of glory
Which is given only to chosen ones
And we drank it all and sacrificed to
Our gods - our enemies were that sacrifice
And without being united we wouldn't survive in those cruel battles
It's the glory of our gods
And our ancestors' land - Rus
Don't renounce it, don't forget it
Your fathers shed their blood here
Tribe to tribe we will stand, kin to kin
We will save our energy during battles
We'll die here to defend our motherland
And will not step back
And now a great number of other people
Invades our country. We shouldn't be
Peacefull and shouldn't ask for the help
Because it is in our muscles and at
The points of our battle swords with
Which our enemies will be cut to pieces!
