I wish to fly and pierce the rain clouds,

To face the dawns and sunsets,

To see the lights and darkness,

But all this passed now...

Ever to flow with the river,

Ever to ride the wind with eagle,

To rise high to the father sun,

But all this I have lost...



Svarog, you watch me dying

I've lost the treasures of my Fathers,

My Children and my Nature,

My Churches are burning

Great is the sorrow rising

Over forthcoming generations

With black minds they will