Славься, Русь
Arkona
Hail, Rus'
Great Mother Earth, mighty Rus'!
Oh, your vast expanses
Like through golden fields, endless
The children of Dazhbog have come.
Through the ancient thickets
Across distant lands
Our dear brothers have emerged
Those are the sons of Dazhbog.
Raising the fierce banners
We will revive the old Rus'!
We will keep the covenants of Prav
Before the Gods, I swear!
Oh yes, mother
Night of Svarog
Hide the gray covenants of our fathers
From the eyes of the black, fierce enemy
In the depths of the sacred forests.
Once more, my heart stops
I spoke the words, barely breathing
Hail, dear Mother!
Hail, Russian soul!
Through the ancient thickets
Across distant lands
We say, our dear brothers
Hail, Rus', my land!
