Po Syroi Zemle - Arkona Übersetzung ins Englische

Po Syroi Zemle

Oii ti rechka rechka shiroka
Oii-da milaia trepetna gluboka
Ti povedaii o svoem puti
Oii-da! o gore matushki-zemli.
Oii-da brati brati lesnie
Dereva-dedi da vekovie
Skol uzh vremia vremechko ushlo
Da chrez veka na zemliu snizoshlo.

Obrechenno ruki vzdimaia
K obiteli Roda vnov ia voproshaiu:

Oii da! Da matushka-zaria
Oii ne trevozh ti pesniu solovia.

Vstan pred solncem iaro goriashhem
Pred velikim churom obratis ti k spiashhim!

Vechnost spit vomgle
Slovna zjdat voinu
Dremlet vera beziskodna.
Bratia na zemle
Ikh serdtsav plenu
Stonut boliu obrechonna.

Po siroi zemle chtov tvaikh slezakh
Pronesem rodnie vede.
Pust omoet doz skorb svlepic ochac
Mi vernulis dlia pobede!

Podimi ti vzor svobodni
Tron ti glad dushi lesnoi.
Zabvennie prostori
Dushu maniat vsled za soboi.
Pianiashi dukh svobodi
Ognem serdce terebit
I snova poznan mnoiu
Svet ruin chto bil pozabit.

I vnov rassvet vo tmu pronzaias
Vtorit chto zhiva ona
Ta vera chto zavetam davnim predana.
Biloiu slavoii ischezaia v tmu stoletiii davnikh dneii
Kuda idem ne znaia mi rodni svoeii?!
Kuda speshim vorotia vzgliad ot staroii pravdi?
Chego mi zhdem? Ot mira chuzhdogo sladkoii nagradi?
Vonzaia zubi v Jav bezhim ot rodovogo dreva.
No gromkim glasom molviat bratia: "mi zhivi Dedi!"

I glasom nochi ti promolvi zaveti
Toii sushhnosti vechnoii chto nam sokrovenna.
I slavi maniashheii zatmi seri ochi.
Mi est sini sveta mi est sestri nochi!

Po Syroi Zemle

Oh, the river, the river is wide
Oh, and how dear, she is quivering and deep
You tell of your journey
Oh, about mother Earth.
Oh, my brothers, you are of the forest
Trees and grandfathers, you are eternal
How much time has passed
And through the ages upon the earth it has come down.

In resignation I raise my hands
To the home of the Family again I ask:

Oh yes! And mother-dawn
Oh, do not disturb the nightingale's song.

Stand before the sun, burning bright
Turn before the great idol to those who sleep!

Eternity sleeps in the darkness
As if waiting for a battle
Hopeless faith slumbers.
Brothers on earth
Their hearts are captive
They groan with doomed pain.

On the damp earth, in your tears
We will carry our native knowledge.
Let it wash away sorrow, opening our eyes
We have returned to victory!

Raise your free gaze
Your throne is the voice of the forest soul.
Forgotten spaces
Beckon my soul after them.
A fiery spirit of freedom
Burns in your heart
And again I know
The world of ruins that had been forgotten.

And again, dawn pierces the darkness
Repeating that it is alive
That faith that was given to ancient testaments.
Fading into the darkness of centuries past
Where do I go, not knowing my own kin?
Where do we hurry, turning our gaze from the old truth?
What do we expect? From an alien world, a sweet reward?
Sinking our teeth into the world, we run from the ancestral tree.
But in a loud voice the brothers say: "We are alive, Grandfathers!"

And in the voice of the night, you utter the covenants
Of that eternal essence that is hidden to us.
And the beckoning glory obscures my eyes.
We are the sons of the day, we are the sisters of the night!