Текст и перевод песни Аркона - 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!

The Word

Sleepy rivers, dead stones
Hidden by the mist, keeping a secret
New gods sleep in the palm of my hand
The earth has shed new blood
Hope is once again hidden by a veil
She cries with a cold tear
My new world...
What restlessly
Awaits under the intoxication of a long sleep?
With my eyes, I invisibly weave the scarlet sunset into the sky
I carry the Word to the blind people with hope in my palm
Standing before the native Idol, I will fall to my knees again
I carry the living Word to him into the deep sky
The Word is incorruptible, the Word is alive
Once again I say the secret kept
With a voice of despair, I call
Native gods hear me
Descend like birds
To the Tree of Hope
The Ancient Word in the voice of the gods
The Ancient Word - the power of another
Will throw off the burden of foreign shackles from the earth
Awaken - yes, Rus'
In the gray trees
Sing in the open space with the voice of the past
I carry the Word-Voice in the footsteps to the people
In the eternal song, you will hear it
Speak the eternal Word
Bequeathed to us by our old ancestors
The wise Word, friend of Stribog
We are promised to stand for centuries with you
Under the songs of the forests
The ancient word is invisible
That Word of the gods
That we keep
The Word is incorruptible, the Word is alive
Once again I say, keeping the secret
Native gods are in our palms
Resurrected by the Word from the fire
For me!