I wish to fly and pierce the rain clouds,

To face the dawns and sunsets,

To see the lights and darkness,

But all this passed now...

Ever to flow with the river,

Ever to ride the wind with eagle,

To rise high to the father sun,

But all this I have lost...



Svarog, you watch me dying

I've lost the treasures of my Fathers,

My Children and my Nature,

My Churches are burning

Great is the sorrow rising

Over forthcoming generations

With black minds they will

Worship the Southern Star...



Dying I'm under ages

That brought enslavement to my land

And devastation to my dreams

That last in pain...

Let them make ashes of my body,

To hate and curse my name

But freedom never dies!!!