Текст песни Ратибор - Обращение к Богам

Help the Gods,
I find my way
To clean the source
Truth and love.
By the wisdom of epic,
Book pigeon,
The Vedas reserved
Ancient antiquities.

Help the Gods,
Solar Gods.
From the distant ages
The wisdom of the extract,
What's in the church fires,
Magi ubiёnnyh,
In the depths lurking
I could only lie down.

Wisdom of the Ages
In the fires burned,
Ruined witch doctor,
Or driven 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 is preserved
Sage gray,
And shift
In an epic mood.

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

And when will come
Serious the hour
And will fall on the shoulders
Battlefield cargo
I damask sword
And martial armor
I'll be out in the open field,
Glorifying Russia!
I'll be out in the open field,
Glorifying Russia!