Виталий Гроган - Языческая Русь
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I love Rus', that to Christianity ...
Where the runes are birch, become,
It is inherent in culture clearly
We praise the sun god.

I love gray breath
And the rivers of the silver surface.
Souls of the Slavic outpouring
Slavic bath grace.

I love gusli overflow
From a hot stove is a loaf,
And apple trees are white spills,
In the "communities" May walks there.

I love Rus', our expanse.
To us Rosichs, it is given to be here!
I will come to power, and it will be cleaner!
Fatherland, it will become better to live!

You are my Rus', my dear
Our pagan Rus'
Always in birch bark
I'm always struggling for you.

Your snow, always snowdrifts
They warm my soul so mine
Here people are Slavic blood
Ready to give their life

Here is simplicity - fields of open spaces
And rivers of the seas and those forests
There is a peace of Slavic soul
Here is the temple and the brownie

There is Perun here and there is Yarilo
From the valhala look at us like that
Culture of your life is forgotten
We are praising here now ...

Asgard is waiting for us when we get
Dreams are cherished with us
We set goals cleaner ...
And now it has come - our hour

Let's come, we will achieve, we will win
And "conspiracy" we put our
And we will not tell anyone about him
And just we will bring everything to life!

I love Rus', that to Christianity ...
Where the runes are birch, become,
The cult of Slavic wealth
We must convey to the children !!!

Our ray is always from the Sun from the sky
Mother is always for us
And early, late we will achieve
Stand up our homeland

Victory is still behind us
That day will come for glory to us
And the glory of Rosichs will break through
For the glory of the rule, all the gods!

P.S.
Nature is mother and sun for us!
The path is ruled for the glory of the family!