Paroles et traduction Аркона - Goi Rode goi!

Goi Rode goi!

Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Skvoz' sedoj tuman
Vzgljad ustremilsja vdal'
Tam v mire mertvyh skal
Ty zatail pechal'
Mechetsja dusha
Nad ledjanoj volnoj
Chuesh', chto smert' blizka
Strah ovladel toboj
Ne stavshij zhertvoj bujnyh vod
V smertel'noj shvatke s vetrom
Vzdymaja dlani k nebesam
Zhdesh' Rodova otveta
Kak vo lese, oj da vo temnom
Treby ognem vospylajut
Glasom svjawennogo roga
Brat'ja bogov vosslavljajut
Da prol'etsja svjataja sur'ja
V chashu u lika rodnogo
Ustami slavu glagoljat
Slovom, da k Rodovu domu
Goj, Rode, goj!
Goj, Rode, goj!
Goj, Rode, goj!
Ty slyshish'?
Goj, Rode, Goj!
Jej, Striboga - Vetra vy deti
Pesn' moju vy nesite s soboju
Da vospojte, kak na rassvete
Bilis' my s puchinoj morskoju
Ne slyshny nam zvonkie pesni
My odni pod holodnoj lunoju
Chto zhe bogi povedajut vskore
Nam, ukrytym nochi pelenoju?
Vzor k bogam do nebes vozdymaetsja
Krov' iz ran na zem' prolivaetsja
Son v hladnoj t'me sogreet
My ujti obrecheny
Zhizn' vo sne pomerknet
V carstvo Mary sginem my
Kak vo lese, oj da vo temnom
Lezha u pepla, da tlenna
Ustami zhizn' vospevajut
V hladnyh obejat'jah Mareny
Da prol'etsja aloju krov'ju
Gore, da bol'ju pronzaja
Glasom vo sinee nebo
Roda pred snom vosslavljaja:
Goj, Rode, goj!
Goj, Rode, goj!
Goj, Rode, goj!
Ty slyshish'?
Goj, Rode, Goj!
Oj, goj Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!
Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode!

Goi, Rode, Goi!

Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Through the gray mist
My gaze rushes afar
There, in the world of dead rocks
You concealed your sorrow
The soul is tossing
Above the icy wave
You feel death is near
Fear has taken hold of you
Not becoming a victim of the stormy waters
In a deadly battle with the wind
Raising your hands to the heavens
You await Rod's answer
As in the forest, oh, and in the darkness
Offerings are ignited by fire
With the voice of the sacred horn
Brothers praise the gods
May the holy surya be poured
Into the cup before the native face
With lips, they proclaim glory
With words, yes, to Rod's house
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Do you hear?
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Hey, Stribog - Winds, you are children
Carry my song with you
And sing, as at dawn
We fought with the depths of the sea
We do not hear ringing songs
We are alone under the cold moon
What will the gods tell us soon
Us, hidden by the veil of night?
Our gaze rises to the gods in the heavens
Blood from wounds spills onto the earth
Sleep will warm us in the cold darkness
We are doomed to leave
Life will fade in a dream
We will perish in Mara's kingdom
As in the forest, oh, and in the darkness
Lying by the ashes, yes, perishable
With lips, they sing of life
In the cold embrace of Marena
May it be spilled with scarlet blood
Burning, piercing with pain
With a voice into the blue sky
Praising Rod before sleep:
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Do you hear?
Goi, Rode, Goi!
Oh, Goi Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!
Oh, Goi, Rode! Oh, Goi, Rode!