My Lands are obscure faces of the woods.
My Lands are the melodies of the forest streams.
The Lands of Rus' - belong to me eternally.
And I am extolling you again
At the darktime…
By the fire swirling up.
By its sparkles in the night.
And by the wind blowing away…
Come to us through the thunderstorms,
Perun the Warrior of Zlata Svarga.
Come up
Through the thunderstorms
With the cloud-burst,
Oust the wicked ones out!
Oust them!
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