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Pokrovy Nebesnogo Startsa

Poverni-ka lik ty na svet,
Vidish' zarevo kanuvshih let?
Dlani vzdymaja nad golovoj,
Vnov' obretesh' ty naveki pokoj.

Oj, da ne drognut ruki tvoi.
Trebu vo slavu vvys' podymi,
Da vo podnebesnuju, s maty-zemli
Vnov' uglubljajas' v Velesovy sny.

Ja prizovu tebja,
Starca vrat carstva bytija!

Gde zhizn' moja?
Net nochi, net dnja!
Knjaz' tishiny,
Zovu ja tebja!

Ty budesh' zhdat'
V pokrovah nebes.
Idu k tebe,
Starec Veles!

Slovno tuchej ukryvaja,
V'etsja polchiwe voron,
Zaglushaja tvoj poslednij ston,
Krik prowal'nyj izdavaja.
Gde nashla tebja pogibel'
Ostrym jarostnym mechom,
Prosish' ty bogov o smerti svoej,
K nebu ruki vozdymaja.

Ty budesh' zhdat'
V pokrovah nebes.
Idu k tebe...

The Intercession of the Heavenly Elder

Turn your face towards the light,
Do you see the glow of bygone years?
Raise your palms above your head,
You will find peace again forever.

Oh, let not your hands tremble.
Lift the sacrifice high in glory,
From the Mother Earth to the heavens above,
Once again plunging into Veles' dreams.

I will call upon thee,
Elder at the gate of the kingdom of being!

Where is my life?
No night, no day!
Prince of silence,
I call upon thee!

Thou shalt wait
Under the cover of heaven.
I come to thee,
Elder Veles!

Like a cloud concealing,
A flock of ravens grows more bold,
Drowning out your final moan,
Uttering a cry of doom.
Where did you find your doom
With a sharp, furious sword,
You beg the gods for your own death,
Raising your hands to the sky.

Thou shalt wait
Under the cover of heaven.
I come to thee...