Предок [Predok] [English translation]

Hello, forefather!

Well, hear my word through the down

A heart shakily moans from pain for your land

My brothers-sisters do not help me

In the end I am alone here on the earth, but I am standing

So my forefather, you have fallen into the grave

Early did you give your life to earth

I talk to you, words upon the earth throw

And as an answer I hear raven’s song

My dear forefather, hearken to me

In golden chains is your land

No more your beloved people on your land

A black raven is now an advisor of mine.

Just muddle the light this family of mine

Turning their eyes away from me

They say a word but only one thing they claim

The whole gold of the native people to give up they demand

I’ll wrap the story into a dry leaf

Excuse me, that I disturb your peace

But hear me, the beloved forefather of mine

I’ll put a word to the earth about you

Sleep well...

• Artist:Arkona
• Album:Слово (Slovo)