Nevidal - Arkona traduction en anglais

Nevidal

Oj, ne spitsia toj nochkoj mne
Gore vizhu vo temnom sne
Oj, sestra moia - Nevidal′
Zasloniaet glaznicy mne
Da ukryvshi krylom svoim
Nam vescha o pogibeli
Vizhu voroga liutogo
Da stradan'ia moej Zemli

Zria na nebo sinee
Vospevaia Nas
Donesi do Sokola
Svoj skorbiaschij glas

Uletaj vo sled IAru-Solncu
Rusichej veru v serdce hrania
Glas slavian k bogam voznesetsia
S krikom tvoim v plenu bela dnia

Stoj! Ty slyshish′ eho glasa vekov
V nem ochertanie proshlogo - teni ushedshih bogov
Vstan' v gorizonte ognej
Vospoj hvalu voshodiaschemu solncu:
Uslyshi, IAro! Sozhgi skvernu zharom!
Da budet tak
Gde sokol v'etsia
Gde slyshen krik ego
Vzgliani ochami v nebo
Uzri sviaschennyj znak!

Uslysh′ menia, IAro
Sozhgi skvernu zharom!
Uslysh′ menia, IAro
Verni vremia staro!

Oj, da, Nevidal' moia
Oj, da neprikaianna
Oj, da moia dusha
Da gorem ispolna
Oj, da umiraem my
Net sleda u nog moih
No ne vidat′ bedy
Kol' na nogah stoim
Oj, da IAsno-Sokolu
Da nadlomiv krylo
Vorog pustil po vetru
Da aloe pero
Oj, da Nevidal′ moia
Oj, da neprikaianna
Oj, da moia dusha
Da gorem ispolna

Unseen

Oh, I cannot rest this night
I see sorrow in my darkest dream
Oh, my sister - Unseen
She obscures my sight
And, hiding me under her wing,
She tells us about our doom
I see the fierce enemy
And the suffering of my Earth

Look up at the blue sky
Chanting Our Name
Take your mournful voice
To the Falcon

Fly in the wake of the Great Sun
The Russians keep faith in their hearts
The voice of the Slavs will ascend to the gods
With your cry, in the captivity of the white day

Stop! You hear the echo of the voice of ages
In it are the outlines of the past - the shadows of the departed gods
Rise in the fiery horizon
Sing praise to the rising sun:
Hear, Great Sun! Burn the filth with fire!
So be it
Where the falcon flaps its wings
Where its cry is heard
Look up into the sky
Behold the sacred sign!

Hear me, Great Sun
Burn the filth with fire!
Hear me, Great Sun
Return the old times!

Oh, yes, my Unseen One
Oh, yes, unattached
Oh, yes, my soul
Is full of sorrow
Oh, yes, we are dying
There is no trace left of me
But we will not see misfortune
As long as we stand on our feet
Oh, yes, to the Clear Falcon
Having broken its wing
The enemy let it go with the wind
And the scarlet feather
Oh, yes, my Unseen One
Oh, yes, unattached
Oh, yes, my soul
Is full of sorrow