Текст песни Ратибор - Обращение к Богам

Help, gods,
I find my way
To clean the source
Truth and love.
By the wisdom of an epic,
Book pigeon,
Reserved to the Vedas
Ancient antiquity.

Help, gods,
Solar Gods.
From distant ages
The wisdom of the extract,
What's in the church fires,
Magi ubiёnnyh,
In the depths lurking
Only able to lie down.

Wisdom of the Ages
In those fires burned,
Witch Doctor ruined,
Or drove away,
Idols stoked
And the priests were burned,
And his native country
We plunge into the night.

Where is the road,
Which leads to the palace of
People's memory -
Thoughts of the wise treasure?
All that kept the
Sage gray,
and shift
In epic fashion.

Gifted, gods,
Wisdom Svarog
Fury Yarily,
Power Perun.
Good health
With young blood
May be more than will flow
In your son.

And when will come
serious hour of
And lie on the shoulders
Battlefield cargo
I damask sword
And in the Shell martial
I'll be out in the open field,
Glorifying Russia!
I'll be out in the open field,
Glorifying Russia!