Slavsia Rus
Arkona
Glory to Russia
Great Mother Earth, Great Russia!
Oh, your vast expanses.
Like through golden endless fields,
The children of Dazhbog came.
Through the ages-old debris,
Through distant lands,
The native brothers came out -
The sons of Dazhbog.
Raising the fearsome banners,
We will revive the old Russia!
We will keep the vows of the Righteous -
Before the Gods, I swear!
Oh, mother,
Night-Svarogovna,
Weave the gray vows of the fathers
From the black eye of the fierce enemy
In the thickets of sacred forests.
Again, with a trembling heart,
We speak the word, barely breathing:
Glory, dear Mother!
Glory, Russian soul!
Through the ages-old debris,
Through distant lands,
We speak, dear brothers:
Glory, Russia, my land!
