Paroles et traduction en anglais Arkona - Pamiat

Pamiat

Oi, moi dumy,
Dumy gorem polnye.
Vnov′ uvodyat
Vo lesa, vo temnye.
Oi, da vo lese tom
Pamyat' ozhivaet.
V glase drevesnyh kron
Serdtse zamiraet.

Ei, probudis′!
Pamyat', chto pozabyta.
Pravda, vernis'
Ty ot lyuda sokryta
Zdes′ nad zemlyei
Merknet solntse za tuchyei
Kanuli vnov′
My vo t'me neminuchyei.

Goi, Svarozhe, otche moi
Slaven bude nami!
Da vedi ty za soboi
Lyud, stezyeyu pravi.
Slovo molvim do tebya
Vozdymaya v nebo
S dymom svyata Yar - Ognya
Da, svyashchennu trebu.

Oi, da ne vran ten′yu kryl'ev zatmil
Nayavu svyashchennu zemlyu.
To ten′ vekov, pelenoi zasloniv
Svetlu yav', glasu nashemu vnemlet.

Slyshim li my eho iz proshlogo mira?
Chuem li my dushu dubov vekovyh?
Kto teper′ ty, gde tvoya rodova sila?
Plachesh' o tom, chto ne pomnish' rodnyh?

Ei, hei! Sto nochyei,
Klichem staro vremya
Sred′ zlatyh polyei
Vzrasti mlado semya.

Oi, veter - ty moguch,
Donesi do lyuda
Chrez more temnyh tuch
Pravdu svetlu, mudru.

Ei, probudis′!
Pamyat' - vechnaya slava
Vzvyeisya ty vvys′
Ptitsyeyu velichavo
Zdes' svetlu yav′
Vnov' okutali tuchi
Kryl′ya rasprav'
Ty vo t'me neminuchyei.

Goi, yesi! Velese ded
Slaven bude nami!
Snizoshli-de nam sovet
Da stezyeyu pravi.
Kolo pustim posolon′
Bratinu podnyavshi
Napoivshi Yar-Ogon′
Iz svyashchennoi chashi.

Memory

Oh, my thoughts,
My thoughts are full of grief.
Once again they lead
Into the forests, into the darkness.
Oh, and in that forest
Memory comes to life.
In the voice of the tree crowns
My heart sinks.

Hey, awake!
Memory, you that have been forgotten.
Truth, return
You hidden from man
Here above the earth
The sun fades behind the clouds
We have once again fallen
Into the inevitable darkness.

Hail, Svarozhe, my father
You will be glorified by us!
May you lead us
People, on the right path.
I speak a word to you
Raising to the sky
With the smoke of holy Yar - Fire
Truly a sacred gift.

Oh, let not the raven darken the sky with its wings
Revealing the sacred earth.
That is the shroud of ages, obscuring
The bright world, listening to our voice.

Do we hear the echo from the world of the past?
Do we feel the soul of the ancient oaks?
Who are you now, where is your ancestral strength?
Do you cry that you do not remember your kin?

Hey, hey! A hundred nights,
I call on old times
Amidst the golden fields
Grow young seeds.

Oh, wind - you are mighty,
Bring to the people
Through the sea of dark clouds
Truth bright, wise.

Hey, awake!
Memory - eternal glory
You will rise high
As a majestic bird
Here the bright world
Once again wrapped in clouds
Spread your wings
You in the inevitable darkness.

Hail, you are! Velese grandfather
You will be glorified by us!
Descend to us with advice
And along the right path.
I will let the circle go clockwise
Raising the drinking horn
Offering to Yar-Fire
From the sacred cup.