When the father- sun arises over mother earth And oak woods are tembled by gales With the anthem of my great power I will berhyme my motherland
The host of our Rus' swears to the land That give birth and brought up us Our shields, re straong, our eyes are exact, and blades are burnt, Power of slaws is in prav's path
Svarog's law is given to us through our ancestors Our blood feels what is prav' and what is wrong It is our vow in the face of triglav To revive our native faith for descendants
Raise your head, oh, silver- faced scion, Straighten your shoulders with pride, deeply inhale Berhyme open leas with words: " Praised be our Kin the Great!" Our earth kin, heavenly rod, my path is chosen
And scarlet flame will flace up In the sacred blood of all aryans File proud banner glorifying prav' Will soar high in Kolovrat above the ground
We won't step back from our sacred land Even tough we'd to perish, we'll do our duty We are perun's retinue, we are dazh' bog's sons- By svarga's rage our blood is boiling