Аркона - Слово
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Sleepy rivers, dead stones
Hidden by fog, keeping a secret
New gods sleep in the palm
New blood was allowed by the Earth

Hope is hidden again with a veil
She cries with a cold tear
My new world ...
What is serene
Waiting under a dope for a long sleep?

Scarlet sunset I am invisibly looking in the sky in the sky
The word to Lyuda Blind with hope I bear in the palm of my hand
Getting up before the idol of my birthmark, I will fall to the knee again
I carry the word living before him in the deepest sky

The word is imperishable, the word is alive
Storing a secret again
I urge the voice of despair
Native gods hear me

It will go down the bird
To the tree of hope
Ancient word by the voice of the gods
The ancient word is the strength of another
Will throw off the severity of alien shackles from the ground

Start - yes Russia
In gray trifles
Will sing in the wormwood the voice of the past
I carry a word-lump in the trail to Luda I
In things song you hear him

Yes verb you are a fairytale word prophet
Ancestor old to us, but bequeathed
Wise word, friendly striboga
You are promised to stand for a century

To the songs of the forests
The ancient word is invisible
That word of the gods
Then we are stored

The word is not free, the word is alive
Again a river, keeping a secret
Native gods in our palms
In a word resurrected from fire