По сырой земле [Po syroy zemle] [English translation]

Oh, you river, wide river

Oh yes, dear one, quivering and deep

Tell me about your journey

Oh yes! about the sorrow of Mother Earth

Oh yes, brothers, brothers of the forest

Grandfathers-trees, the ancient ones

How much time has already passed

Descended on the earth over the centuries

Doomed, I raise my hands

To my clan's abode, and I ask again:

Oh, yes! Mother-dawn

Oh, do not disturb with a nightingale's song

Rise before the brightly shining sun

Before the great forefather, turn to the sleeping!

Eternity sleeps in а haze

as if waiting for a war to begin

And faith sleeps hopelessly

Brothers on earth,

their hearts held captive

Doomed, they groan in pain

All over this damp land

Saying that in your tears

We'll keep our knowledge

Let the rain wash the grief in blind eyes,

we have returned for a victory!

Raise your free eyes

Touch the throne of a forest spirit

Spaces that fell into oblivion

Luring my soul to follow

The intoxicating sense of freedom

Pesters my heart with fire

And once again, I know this ruined world

Which has been forgotten

And again, the dawn is breaking

Penetrating the dark

Echoing that it is alive

The faith that was betrayed to old testaments

With past glory vanishing into the darkness

Of the centuries, of the ancient days

Where are we going, not knowing our kin?

Where are we rushing, looking away from the old truth?

What are we waiting for? A sweet reward from this alien world?

Sinking our teeth into reality, we run away from our clan's tree

But our brothers say in a loud voice: "We are alive, fathers!"

And in the night's voice, you speak the commandments

Of the eternal nature, which is holy to us

And of tempting glory

Obscure the grey eyes

We are sons of the world, we are sisters of the night!

• Artist:Arkona
• Album:Во славу Великим!