Goi, Rode, Goi! - Arkona перевод на английский

Goi, Rode, Goi!

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!

Goi, Rode, Goi!

Oh, come, Rode! Oh, come, Rode!

Through the gray mist
Your gaze looks far away
There in the world of dead rocks
You have hidden your sorrow
Your soul is tossing
Over the icy waves
You sense that death is near
Fear has taken hold of you

You did not become a victim of the wild waters
In a deadly battle with the wind
Raising your palms to the heavens
You await the answer of Rod

As in the forest, oh, in the dark forest
Offerings burn in the fire
With the sound of the sacred horn
The brothers of the gods glorify

May the holy sur'ya spill
In the cup near the native face
Their mouths speak glory
With words, to the house of Rod

Come, Rode, come!
Come, Rode, come!
Come, Rode, come!
Do you hear?
Come, Rode, come!

Children of Stribog - Wind
Carry my song with you
And sing, how at dawn
We fought with the sea

We do not hear the ringing songs
We are alone under the cold moon
What will the gods tell us soon
Who are hidden by the veil of night?

Our gaze to the gods is lifted up
Blood from wounds flows onto the ground
A dream will warm in the cold darkness
We are doomed to leave
Our life will fade in a dream
We will perish in the kingdom of Mara

As in the forest, oh, in the dark forest
Lying by the ashes, mortal
Our mouths sing of life
In the cold embraces of Mareny
May it spill with scarlet blood
Piercing with grief and pain
With a voice to the blue sky
Extolling Rod before sleep:

Come, Rode, come!
Come, Rode, come!
Come, Rode, come!
Do you hear?
Come, Rode, come!

Oh, come, Rode! Oh, come, Rode!