Son Of Glory

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!