Текст песни и перевод на английский Arkona - Slovo

Slovo

Sonnye reki, mertvye kamni
Skryty tumanom, tajnu hranja
Novye bogi spjat na ladoni
Novuju krov′ pustila zemlja
Vnov' pelenoj skryta nadezhda
Hladnoj slezoj plachet ona
Moj novyj mir...
Chto bezmjatezhno
Zhdet pod durmanom dolgogo sna?

Alyj zakat ja ochami nezrimo iwu v nebosklone
Slovo do ljuda slepogo s nadezhdoj nesu na ladoni
Vstav pred Kumirom rodimym, ja vnov′ upadu na koleno
Slovo zhivoe nesu do nego ja v glubinnoe nebo
Slovo netlenno, Slovo zhivoe
Snova reku tajnu hranja
Glasom otchajan'ja prizyvaju
Rodnye bogi slyshat menja
Spustitsja pticej
K Drevu Nadezhdy
Drevnee Slovo glasom bogov
Drevnee Slovo - sila inogo

Skinet s zemli tjazhest' chuzhdyh okov

Vstrepenetsja - da Rus′
Vo sedyh drevah
Vospoet v polyn′e glasom proshlogo
Nesu Slovo-Glas v sled do ljuda ja
V vewej pesne ty da uslysh' ego

Da glagol′ ty skaz Slovo vewee
Predkom starym nam, da zavewano
Slovo mudroe, druzhe Striboga
Toboj vek stojat' nam obewano

Pod pesni lesov
Drev slovo nezrimo
To Slovo bogov
To nami hranimo
Slovo ne tlenno, Slovo zhivoe
Snova reku, tajnu hranja
Rodnye bogi v nashih ladonjah
Slovom voskresshie iz ognja
Dlja menja!

Word

Sleepy rivers, dead stones
Hidden by fog, keeping a secret
New gods sleep in the palm of my hands
New blood spilled by the earth
Again, hope is hidden by a veil
She cries cold tears
My new world...
What is waiting
In a peaceful sleep under this intoxicating spell?

I behold the scarlet sunset in the sky with invisible eyes
I bear the word to the blind people in hope, in the palm of my hands
I kneel before my native idol again
I bear the living word to Him into the deep sky
The incorruptible word, the living word
Again I speak, keeping the secret
In a voice of despair, I implore
My native gods hear me
It will descend as a bird
To the Tree of Hope
Ancient word - the voice of gods
Ancient word - the power of the other

It will cast off the weight of foreign shackles from the land

Let Rus' awaken itself
In hoary trees
Let it sing in the open field with the voice of the past
I bear the Speaking Word as a trace to the people
Listen to it in the breath of the song

May you speak the eternal Word
Bequeathed to us, ancient ancestors
Word of wisdom, friend of Stribog
Our age is destined to stand thanks to you

Under the song of the forests
The ancient word is invisible
That word of gods
That we keep
The incorruptible word, the living word
Again I speak, keeping the secret
Native gods in our palms
Resurrected from the fire by the Word
For me!