When the father- sun arises over mother earth
And oak woods are tembled by gales
With the anthem of my great power
I will berhyme my motherland

The host of our Rus' swears to the land
That give birth and brought up us
Our shields, re straong, our eyes are exact,
and blades are burnt,
Power of slaws is in prav's path

Svarog's law is given to us through our ancestors
Our blood feels what is prav' and what is wrong
It is our vow in the face of triglav
To revive our native faith for descendants

Straighten your shoulders with pride, deeply inhale
Berhyme open leas with words: " Praised be our Kin the Great!"
Our earth kin, heavenly rod, my path is chosen

And scarlet flame will flace up
In the sacred blood of all aryans
File proud banner glorifying prav'
Will soar high in Kolovrat above the ground

We won't step back from our sacred land
Even tough we'd to perish, we'll do our duty
We are perun's retinue, we are dazh' bog's sons-
By svarga's rage our blood is boiling