Goi, rode, goi

Through the gray mist!
Look rushed into the distance
There’s a world of dead rocks
You held my sadness
Rushes soul
Above the icy wave
You feel that death is near
fear seized you

Do not become a victim of violent waters
In mortal combat with the wind.
Raising the palms to the sky
Waiting Rodva answer

As in the forest, oh yes in the dark
Needs fire first explain
The voice of the sacred horn
Brother gods glorify

Yes spilled holy surya
In a bowl with afance the mother
Through the worlds of glory has spoken
In short, yes to generis none

Glory, Rode, goy!
Glory, Rhode, goy!
Glory, Rhode, goy!
Do you hear?
Glory, Rhode, goy!

Hey, Striboy-wind you kinds
My song you carry with him
Yes sing, at down
They fought us with depths of the sea.

Do not hear us ringing song
We are alone under the could moon
What the gods will tell soon
We sheltered night shroud?

Gaze to the gods of heaven
Vozdymaetsya
The blood form the wounds
Decent shed
Sleeping in the dark chill warns
We are doomed to go
Life in a dream fade
In the realm of marry simmer

As in the forest, oh yes for life
Lying in ashes, but decay
Through the words of praise for life.
In the chill embrace of madder
Yes spilled crimson blood
Hoars da pain piercing
Voice in the blue sky
Road before bedtime glorified

Glory, Rhode, goy!
Gory, Rhode, goy!
Glory, Rhode, Goy!
Do you hear?
Glory, Rhode, goy