Слово [Slovo] [English translation]

Sleeping rivers, dead stones

New gods sleep on the palm

Hidden by mist, keeping the secret

Earth bleeds anew

Again the hope is hidden by the shroud

It's crying with cold tears

My new world

What's serenely

Waiting under the smoke of the long sleep?

I seek with my eyes for the red sunset in the horizon invisibly

I bring the word to the blind people with hope

I'll fall again kneeing to relative Idol

I bring alive word to it in the deep sky

Immortal word, alive word

Again I call for river

Keeping the secret and with despair in my voice

Relative gods can hear me

Birds will fly down

To the Tree Of Hope

The Old Word with the voice of gods

The Old Word - the power of the another

It will throw the heaviness of alien fetters off the Earth

Russia will give a start

In grey (old) forests

(Russia) will sing in wormwood with the voice of the past

I bring the Word-Voice to the people

Hear the voice in the prophetic song

Prophetic Word, tell the tale

Our old parent willed us to keep

The wise Word of the Stribog friend

He promised that we will be for centuries (if we keep the rules)

Along with forests song

The woods' word is invisible

This is the Word of the gods

This is the thing we keep

Immortal word, alive word

Again I call for river

Relative gods are our palms

They were revived out of the fire by the Word

For me!

• Artist:Arkona
• Album:Slovo (Слово)