For the harvest coming up

Man is waiting for sunise

Bears crown to try on

Wind bends rye spikes to the ground

This time crops are ripen well

Grains are falling like a gold

To the den of bear



The hymn to bearskins will sung

By their children

And when curtain time will come

By children of their children

Let the heart to prompt a term

When it's time to make a choice

And to clothe like king a wood

Fell in the skin of a bear. "The call of ancestors"



The ice chains will be broken by the first coming rill

And sleeply mighty hands will feel free again

Refreshing vital juices will run thru young veins

Drive out the drunkeness and waking the life up



You hear the voices ofthe ancestors around

When the mountain top is red-stained by the dawn

And a ship isrolled on surges from impstiens

Just when your palm touch the hilt of a sword



Be ready for the trials new life is coming on

You'll hear the greatest voices

To take the place beside

They call you. In the kingdom

Where forever brave man live