Небо Славян

Slavic Sky

A meteor shower and thunder of lightning
Storms saddle horses
But above the earth quietly flows the peace
of monasteries
And above the gray clouds
Blue, falcon heights
Here, under the cover of the sky
we were born

The frost licks the deer's trail
Chasing prey all day
But the smoke of villages holds the cold
Snowdrifts piled up by the blizzard
Daughter of the white-toothed winter
Here, in the embrace of snow
we grew up

The seed of the horde sharpens us
The yoke of the infidel oppresses us
But in our veins boils
the Slavic sky
And from the shores of Chud
To the icy Kolyma
All of this is our land
all of this is us

Beyond the hill they forge axes
To cut off wild heads
But to the foreigners the Russian speech
rings with chainmail
And from the forest to the stars
The white host rises
Here, on our native side
we are ready to die

The seed of the horde sharpens us
The yoke of the infidel oppresses us
But in our veins boils
the Slavic sky
And from the shores of Chud
To the icy Kolyma
All of this is our land
all of this is us