Na svarogovoi doroge (en Inglés) de Arkona

Do not disturb your heart to the wind,
Do not chase you into the dark days of the Duma.
Zori rumor in the heart faint
On the sadness that in my soul.

What they see bright gods?
What promise in the arms of dark dreams?
On the road SVAROGOVO
I hear the night beckoning call.

Oh, you Nochka, night is dark you are,
Do not disturb me sadly, not torture adversity.
Oh you will, darling little will,
Light soothe the soul and grant freedom?

We're going through a maze of centuries,
We run from alien eyes of other names.
And from his native land Ancestral children
What kept the faith who died in the light of Yarilovom
Denounce us through the centuries Svarozhy law!