We came from East ,from wild forests and fields From land of rivers, and mountains snowing tops We have change that Asiatic cradle on Europe heart Northern area of wild primeval forests and marshlands Here our fatherland has been created White Gods gave us power of conquest Struggle power, knowledge from leaders Northern folks worn animal skin and armours Under banner of God of Thunder With war shout , with harsh face Thousand hordes were bleeding to conquer for us holy land National language, tradition and native faith Hardness warriors of fire In fury on struggle ,born from Aryan folk With difficult of farmer ,with wisdom of sage Was create states a Empire of Slavonic race Of barbarous proud people , brave and daring Today they are poison by gloomy falsehood Slaves of jehowa stolen ours souls But heart of Slavonic kin still got barbarous spark That ancient call of forefathers hidden in pure blood We are beside in silence but we will arise We! Barbarous folk! Always survive Help us Gods of Slavonic land!