Arkona Goi, Rode, Goi! 1. Goj, rode, goj! / Goi, Rode, Goi! 2. Tropoju nevedannoj / On The Unknown Trail 3. Nevidal' / The Wonder 4. Na moej zemle / In My Land 5. Pritcha / The Parable 6. V cepjah drevnej tajny / In Chains Of Ancient Mystery 7. Jarilo / Yarilo 8. Liki bessmertnyh bogov / Faces Of Immortal Gods 9. Kolo navi / Kolo Of Nav' 10. Korochun / Korochun 11. Pamjat' / The Memory 12. Kupalec / Kupalets 13. Arkona / Arkona 14. Nebo hmuroe, tuchi mrachnye… / Sullen Sky, Lurid Clouds 1. Goj, rode, goj! / Goi, Rode, Goi! Upon returning from a sea voyage, the warriors brave out a storm in the night which leads to a shipwreck on the reef. Wounded and freezing, the crew disembarks onto a small rocky island hoping to survive, but when they realize that they will not last out till morning, they pray to Wind-Stribog to bring the message about their death to their families and relatives. Perishing, the warriors thank Rod for the life they have been given. "Not fallen victim to the surging water, In the mortal fight with the wind, Spreading hands to the skies, You are waiting for Rod to answer." Oj, goj, Rode! Oj, goj, Rode! Skvoz' sedoj tuman Vzgljad ustremilsja vdal' Tam v mire mertvyh skal Ty zatail pechal' Mechetsja dusha Nad ledjanoj volnoj Chuesh', chto smert' blizka Strah ovladel toboj Ne stavshij zhertvoj bujnyh vod V smertel'noj shvatke s vetrom Vzdymaja dlani k nebesam Zhdesh' Rodova otveta Kak vo lese, oj da vo temnom Treby ognem vospylajut Glasom svjashhennogo roga Brat'ja bogov vosslavljajut Da prol'etsja svjataja sur'ja V chashu u lika rodnogo Ustami slavu glagoljat Slovom, da k Rodovu domu Goj, Rode, goj! Goj, Rode, goj! Goj, Rode, goj! Ty slyshish'? Goj, Rode, Goj! Jej, Striboga - Vetra vy deti Pesn' moju vy nesite s soboju Da vospojte, kak na rassvete Bilis' my s puchinoj morskoju Ne slyshny nam zvonkie pesni My odni pod holodnoj lunoju Chto zhe bogi povedajut vskore Nam, ukrytym nochi pelenoju? Vzor k bogam do nebes vozdymaetsja Krov' iz ran na zem' prolivaetsja Son v hladnoj t'me sogreet My ujti obrecheny Zhizn' vo sne pomerknet V carstvo Mary sginem my Kak vo lese, oj da vo temnom Lezha u pepla, da tlenna Ustami zhizn' vospevajut V hladnyh ob#jat'jah Mareny Da prol'etsja aloju krov'ju Gore, da bol'ju pronzaja Glasom vo sinee nebo Roda pred snom vosslavljaja: Goj, Rode, goj! Goj, Rode, goj! Goj, Rode, goj! Ty slyshish'? Goj, Rode, Goj! Oj, goj Rode! Oj, goj, Rode! 2. Tropoju nevedannoj / On The Unknown Trail This song describes a man who perceives the Faith of ancestors as a dark evil cult. He performs dark rituals not realizing that he is appealing to a completely different form of power, alien to us. He soon falls mad, his mind prisoned by it. "You are a child of false god You roam the prison of vanity The road to the arch Belief You're looking for is unseen." Kuda my idem, ozirajas' v glubiny stoletij? Kuda my bezhim v bredu ili sne? V ob#jatijah nochi my zhadno mechtaem o svete V ob#jatijah sveta mechtaem o t'me Oko v nebo zrit besprestanno Usta koshhunami slavjat temnyh bogov I dlan' vozdymaetsja vnov' nad plamenem alym Svershaesh' ty put' chrez jav' v chashhoby snov Shepot nav'ih slyshish' v mertvoj listve Pokinuv zhizn', pal v nebytie Runy v kolo sol'jutsja Dushu tvoju hranja Temnye bogi prosnut'sja No ne uslyshat tebja Skvoz' zlye tumany Javi ne zrish' vrata Vnov' v omute navi Ty pogrjaz navsegda Tropoju nevedannoj, dushu terzaja Ne znaja bogov, no vzyvaja k bogam Zakonami pravi vnov' prenebregaja Molilsja ty "Velesu", chuzhdomu nam Zdes' chuzhdye znaki - ne drevnie runy Zdes' temnye bogi ne rodnye nam Ty vechnyj izgoj i skitaesh'sja v chernom Nezrimom miru, nepodvlastnom bogam Run spleten'e - t'my zabven'e Ty chado mnimogo boga Ty brodish' v plenu suety Ved' k pravi iskonnoj nezrima doroga Chto ishhesh' v smjatenii ty Run spleten'e - t'my zabven'e 3. Nevidal' / The Wonder A young woman sees a dream which forebodes the suffering of her homeland and the death of her folk. Rising at the crack of dawn, she invokes the Sun to scorch all the filth that is drawing near her land. This song praises the strength of united people who can defend the Motherland from any disaster in their cohesion. "Oi, my wonder Oi, the restless Oi, my soul Is filled with sorrow. Oi, we are dying No mark leaves my foot But no disaster I see While we are standing our ground." Oj, ne spitsja toj nochkoj mne Gore vizhu vo temnom sne Oj, sestra moja - Nevidal' Zaslonjaet glaznicy mne Da ukryvshi krylom svoim Nam veshha o pogibeli Vizhu voroga ljutogo Da stradan'ja moej Zemli Zrja na nebo sinee Vospevaja Nas Donesi do Sokola Svoj skorbjashhij glas: «Uletaj vo sled Jaru-Solncu Rusichej veru v serdce hranja Glas slavjan k bogam voznesetsja S krikom tvoim v plenu bela dnja» Stoj! Ty slyshish' jeho glasa vekov V nem ochertanie proshlogo - teni ushedshih bogov Vstan' v gorizonte ognej Vospoj hvalu voshodjashhemu solncu: «Uslyshi, Jaro! Sozhgi skvernu zharom! Da budet tak…» Gde sokol v'etsja Gde slyshen krik ego Vzgljani ochami v nebo Uzri svjashhennyj znak! Uslysh' menja, Jaro Sozhgi skvernu zharom! Uslysh' menja, Jaro Verni vremja staro! Oj, da, Nevidal' moja Oj, da neprikajanna Oj, da moja dusha Da gorem ispolna Oj, da umiraem my Net sleda u nog moih No ne vidat' bedy Kol' na nogah stoim Oj, da Jasno-Sokolu Da nadlomiv krylo Vorog pustil po vetru Da aloe pero Oj, da Nevidal' moja Oj, da neprikajanna Oj, da moja dusha Da gorem ispolna 4. Na moej zemle / In My Land This is a song about a warrior who leaves his motherland to seek happiness in other countries. He meets foreign folk and asks them what their happiness is about. And they tell him that their happiness is their beautiful land, traditions, folk, home, their children, and Gods. After a long journey, the warrior returns back to his native land to find peace and happiness there. "In the chains of oblivion Of the coming force of joy You will cry "Here is my land!" Oj, kak na rassvete Podymalos' solnce aloe Solnce aloe, da utro rannee… Provozhala parnja devka daleko-daleko Daleko-daleko, da v strany dal'nie Provozhala, govorila Slovo svoe nezhnoe Slovo nezhnoe, da slovo oberezhnoe: "Oj, da milyj, oj, da budu, budu tebja zhdati Budu tebja zhdati, da s voshodom alym vstrechati" Drognuli devich'i pal'cy, da slezy pojmali Da slezy pojmali, jasny ochi chto omyvali Nezhnoju rukoju obereg s sebja da snimala Obereg snimala, da na schastie zaklinala Zaklinaju, vorozhu darju vo put' da ljubomu Ljubogo vo toj dali oberegi ot gibeli I ushel tot molodec vo zemli, da vo chuzhdye Schastija iskat' skvoz' goda, jej! Oj- da, di- ra, di-ra, da... Za sledom v sled, navstrechu solncu Skvoz' holod i znoj, za svetom i t'moj… V seryj tuman V svete zakata Vnov' obrashhajas' k bogam Stiraja v krov' bosye nogi Idesh' po neizvedannoj doroge… I slysha morja zov Ty vpal v ob#jat'ja Severnyh vetrov Ty shel za Schast'em! Vnov' voproshaesh' ty sej kraj o nem [Månegarm's part:] Hör Nerthus andas tungt Svitjods ursjäl Nordstjärnans bleka ljus Gråben i nattens vind Gryning över nordens mark Korpvinge i Sunnas hav Här vakar mina förfäder Vid Enögas sida Här offrar jag till gudarna I mina rötters jord Krasiv sej dom No chuzhd i hladen Ja slyshu glas vetrov inyh kraev Povedaj put' tuda, Velese! Golos novoj zemli Vot na nee stupaet noga Vnov' svernul ty s puti Vdal' zamanila chuzhda reka Ljudi! molvite zdes' Chem slavna vasha svetla zemlja? Bogi, kto zhe oni? Chto skryvajut jeti kraja? [Obtest's part:] Bekraštes girios užaugino mus, vejo žirgais i laisve… Duona juoda kaip žeme, tirštas putoja midus… Žemynos sakalas sauleje saugo musu vaikus… Velinas vienaakis moko mus pliena pabust… Ažuoliniai piliakalniai žvelgia i tolius…. Kiek akys mato – žemes musu senoliu…. Zrja na krasu zlatyh polej Ja preklonju koleno Dan' voznesu jetoj zemle Snova ujdu bessledno V bleske zakata vnov' vospylajut Novoj zemli prostory Chem slavna vasha svetla zemlja Ljubaja chuzhdu vzoru? [Skyforger's part:] Kas kait manim nedzivoti Lielas juras malina Cik jurina vilnus meta Tik izmeta sudrabinu Es apvilku udens svarkus Sikakmena kažocinu Nu es iešu jurinai Ar Ziemeli speleties I ja vnov' ubegaju S chuzhdoj serdcu zemli Hot' veliki prostory No oni ne moi Ubegaju daleche Proch' ot sinih morej Ljud opjat' voproshaju Ja o pros'be svoej [Menhir's part:] Thüringer Land, wie bist du so schön Wie eine junge Maid, Die Gliederlein sind Tal und Höh'n Und Wiesenschmuck dein Kleid Die frische Waldluft ist dein Hauch Dein Reden Vogelsang Der Hainich, das ist dein helles Haupt Dein Kuss ist Glockenklang Der Wald, der ist dein Mantel grün, Dein Haarputzt Ährengold So buntes Hause hier erblühen die Blümlein zart und voll Es ist der Wiesenschmuck dein Kleid, Die Glieder, Tal und Höh'n Du bist wie eine junge Maid Thüringerland, so süß! So schön! Za sledom v sled Navstrechu solncu Skvoz' holod i znoj Za svetom i t'moj Ja ubegaju... Ja ubegaju v chuzhie kraja Nogi bosye stiraja V serdce svoem nadezhdu hranja Zemlju svoju vspominaju Snova begu v ozhidanii chuda Ja k beregam okeana Novoj zemle otdam ja poklon Chem zhe zemlja jeta slavna? [Heidevolk's part:] U volgde de zon, door uw goden begeleid Westwaards bent u gereisd Naar de grenzen van het land Waar de zee de grond verzwelgt Naar het land der drakenschrei Het oord, met mijn aard vergroeid Heeft uw pad u heengeleid Welkom in mijn vaderland Warm u aan de haard, mijn gast En laaf u aan ons bier Ver zijn eens ook wij gereisd Maar ons geluk ligt hier Waar mijn broeders rond het vuur Drinken in 't nachtelijk uur Waar verhalen en gelach Klinken tot het aanbreken der dag Onze vreugde vinden wij In de wouden, in de velden en op de hei Onze vreugde vinden wij Aan de oevers van de Rijn Oj, da kak stoskovalos' serdechko aloe Oj, o rodimoj, da storone Oj, da kak na rassvete pospeshi Da! K svoej Matushke Svet-Dushe I vot ty vidish' Rus' Dushoju vospevaja pesn' Skvoz' omut strasti Tak vot oni ? Rodimye Kraja! V cepjah zabvenija Grjadushhej sily schast'ja Ty kriknesh': ”Zdes' zemlja moja!” Ty kriknesh': ”Zdes' zemlja moja!” 5. Pritcha / The Parable Oj, ty, goj esi, Dede Velese! Ty naprav' menja, mudryj batjushka Vremja uhodit', tol'ko nekuda Vremja vdal' letet' - krylo raneno Kak stuplju nogoj - ta oblomitsja Kak pushhu strelu - lopnet tetiva Chto zhe delat' mne, dede Velese? Donesu tebe da moi slova... 6. V cepjah drevnej tajny / In Chains Of Ancient Mystery Standing near the grave of my ancestors, I swear to keep my Motherland safe and revive our ancient native traditions. Looking at the sky, I ask it to tell me about the heritage of the ancestry so I can bring it to life. "What do the forgotten stones know? What is hiding in them, alien to the living? Wandering in chains of ancient mystery, You invoke them with your thought." Goj ty, Jaro, da Jaro-Svetilo! Da uslyshana-de pesnja moja Osveti spjashhih brat'ev mogily Chto ne snosila Rodnaja Zemlja Tronu dlan'ju svjatye kurgany Slovo molviv na svjashhennoj zemle: "Spite krepko, usnuvshie rano My pobedim vo svjashhennoj vojne!" Stoj! Probudis'! Pozabytaja vera Glasom vozdymis' S nadezhdoj na nebo Zrish' lik vojny, No ne znaesh' pravdy Sveta syny Vnov' pogibajut vo blike luny Bystroj streloj umchitsja vdal' Chto pozabyli my Vnov' ne davaja umirat' Vere v ob#jat'jah t'my I podnimutsja vnov' Vojny Perunovy Pustjat vorozh'ju krov' V hladnyh cepjah vojny Chto zhe znajut zabytye kamni? Chto taitsja v nih i chuzhdo zhivym? Vnov' bluzhdaja v cepjah drevnej tajny Mysl'ju svoej obrashhaesh'sja k nim Mozhet, skazhet drevo sedoe Glasom Striboga mne pesn' vospoet O rodnom, chto vorotitsja vskore Tol'ko uzhe nikogda ne ujdet Goj! Vozdymis' Svarozh'e Znamja S pesnej vozrodis' Ostan'sja zhe s nami! Zrim lik vojny Slyshim golos bitvy Dazhd'boga syny Vnov' vozvrashhajutsja v svete luny O, Rode! Nezrimyj ty nam, no darujushhij svet Vo javi my chuzhdy, vzgljani! Da bessil'ny nad vragom moguchim Da vozdymitsja glas nash ustalyj Da treby chrez ogn' k tebe Po pravi steze, vo veka vo dremuchi My vospoem byluju skorb' I donesem do Roda Chto chuzhdo v rodnoe prishlo Zabrav svobodu ljuda 7. Jarilo / Yarilo The song is about the celebration dedicated to the young Slavonic god of the spring sun called Yarilo. It is celebrated at the end of April by Slavic folks. Yarilo is believed to warm and fertilize the soil, so the first grass starts growing. "Oi Yarilo, Yarilo, Yarilo! The gloomy sky revealed you again Goi, you, the young god! Goi, we are invoking you! Our hearts are blooming, We praise you in our song." Vo svjatu chredu, v Lelinu sedmicu Kruzhit duhov pljas golovu devicam Vo Rusal'i Dni, vo lesnyh horomah Slavu vozdaem Jarile mladomu Oj, da, Jarilo! Jarilo, Jarilo! Nebo hmuroe vnov' tebja javilo Goj, ty, mladoj bog! Goj, k tebe vzyvaem! V serdce cvetnja Pesnju vospevaem Pokatisja, pokatisja Po nebu, po svetlomu Da goni ty hmury tuchi Da k Semi Holmam, hjej! Da k Semi Holmam moguchim Chto stojat vo t'me vekov Poverni ty Vremja ? Kolo Po svoim sledam! Oj, da, Jarilo! Jarilo, Jarilo! Nebo hmuroe vnov' tebja javilo Goj, ty, mladoj bog! Goj, k tebe vzyvaem! V serdce cvetnja Pesnju vospevaem Oj, ty, goj esi! Goj esi, Jarilo! Vremja Kolo vspjat' povorotilo Ty katis', katis' do Zari-Zarnicy Tol'ko ne zabud' k utru vorotit'sja! 8. Liki bessmertnyh bogov / Faces Of Immortal Gods The song describes a human who has lost his reason for being. With his spirit in vexation, he stands on a crossroad, fearing death and having a wish to flee from the reality. Only the Faith can give him the will to live on. "With life praying to your native shrines You are looking into nowhere, in the mist of your dreams And in this oblivion of the soul, in grey vain life Will revive in your memory the faces of immortal Gods." Stoj, vechnost' ? pravda slepaja! S javi vo skverne Ja ubegaju S mol'boju o zhizni vzdymaja k rodimoj svjatyne Ty zrish' vnikuda, v pelenu svoih snov I v jetom zabvenii dushi, v seroj zhizni smjatenii Vosprjanut zhe v pamjati Liki bessmertnyh Bogov Gde sushhnost' jetogo mira? V chuzhdoj mne javi dushu zabyla Stoj, vechnost' ? pravda slepaja! S javi vo skverne ja ubegaju V bezumstve nochi ty vidish', kak staraja deva Pomanit tebja na ukazannyj put' No vnov', vstrepenuvshis', ty vyrvesh'sja s jetogo plena I vospominan'ja podymut tu strashnuju sut' Kak polzaja zmeem, kasajas' nezrimyh koren'ev Ty pal v pustotu bytija neizvedannoj t'my I vot ty odin na prostorah izvechnoj svjatyni I v mysljah ty vspomnish' o tom, chto byl predan ljud'mi Gde sushhnost' jetogo mira? V chuzhdoj mne javi dushu zabyla Stoj, vechnost' ? pravda slepaja! S javi vo skverne ja ubegaju V holodnoj zhizni zhazhdesh' ognja Chto umiraet v jeto mgnoven'e I vnov' tebja okutaet t'ma - Strah pred smerti zabven'em I na rasput'e jetih dorog Snom okutajut chary Uvidish' navi tihij chertog Ty v ob#jatijah Mary Stoj, vechnost' ? pravda slepaja! S javi vo skverne ja ubegaju Ja uhozhu... 9. Kolo navi / Kolo Of Nav' The song reflects the journey of the soul of a warrior fallen on a battlefield. Hovering above the ground, it sees the body, which was its home once, getting buried into the mound. The soul prays to the wind to let the gathered relatives know that it is near them. "I see the fire flashes again Souls of my family will perceive me. In sore tears the memory is alive Stribog will sing my song to them." Zaplyv krovavoj pelenoj Lish' v sumrak vzor napraviv Chto vidjat ochi pred soboj Zastyv v ob#jat'jah navi? Soznan'e v grezah vidit son Kak ty parish' nad jav'ju Sred' stai alchushhih voron Chto svet tvoj zatmevajut Leti za solncem V ob#jat'ja oblakov Leti, ne bojsja K chertogam Strazha snov Pal, da vo pole Po Peruna vole Leg na zem' brezhnu Obnjal Maru nezhno Mara hodila Za soboj manila Pela vo kresne Kolybel'nu pesnju Splju vo puchine Brat'ja vo kruchine Sladko mne spit'sja Da ne vorotit'sja Glas bogov dushu moju napravit V blike snov katitsja kolo navi Broshus' vniz, no sderzhat Mary dlani Vizhu ogn' ja na svoem kurgane Vnov' vizhu ja bliki ognja Dushi rodnyh uslyshat menja V gor'kih slezah pamjat' zhivet Stribog im pesn' moju vospoet 10. Korochun / Korochun 11. Pamjat' / The Memory It is a prayer to Gods, asking them to return the forgotten past and the Faith of ancestors to us. "Hey, get awake The forgotten memory Return to us the truth Which has been hidden from people." Oj, moi dumy Dumy gorem polnye Vnov' uvodjat Vo lesa vo temnye Oj, da vo lese tom Pamjat' ozhivaet V glase drevesnyh kron Serdce zamiraet Jej, probudis' Pamjat', chto pozabyta Pravda, vernis' Ty ot ljuda sokryta Zdes' nad zemlej Merknet solnce za tuchej Kanuli vnov' My vo t'me neminuchej Goj, Svarozhe, otche moj Slaven bude nami! Da vedi ty za soboj Ljud, stezeju pravi Slovo molvim do tebja Vozdymaja v nebo S dymom svjata Jar ? Ognja Da svjashhennu trebu Oj, da ne vran ten'ju kryl'ev zatmil Najavu svjashhennu zemlju To ten' vekov, pelenoj zasloniv Svetlu jav', glasu nashemu vnemlet Slyshim li my jeho iz proshlogo mira? Chuem li my dushu dubov vekovyh? Kto teper' ty, gde tvoja rodova sila? Plachesh' o tom, chto ne pomnish' rodnyh? Jej, hjej! sto nochej Klichem staro vremja Sred' zlatyh polej Vzrasti mlado semja Oj, veter ? ty moguch, Donesi do ljuda Chrez more temnyh tuch Pravdu svetlu, mudru Jej, probudis' Pamjat' ? vechnaja slava Vzvejsja ty vvys' Pticeju velichavo Zdes' svetlu jav' Vnov' okutali tuchi Kryl'ja rasprav' Ty vo t'me neminuchej Goj esi, Velese ded Slaven bude nami! Snizoshli-de nam sovet Da stezeju pravi Kolo pustim posolon' Bratinu podnjavshi Napoivshi Jar-Ogon' Iz svjashhennoj chashi 12. Kupalec / Kupalets A praising song. Kupalets is the ritual fire kindled for the Kupala celebration, on the day of the summer solstice. "Oi flare, flare brightly I invoke with my voice Erect the bright Kolo From the ground into the sky." Goj, ty, Jarij! Jar-Ogne do neba vozdymaet Mladomu Kupale slavu braty vospevajut Zakatilos' Jarilo Davshi ljubovat'sja Vzorom vo chisto pole Krasoju Kupal'ca Kak sklonili dlani, zemlju chestvuja poklonom Jaromu Kupal'cu molvim da zavetno slovo: "Oj, gori, gori jasno Glasom zaklinaju Ot zemli do neba jaro kolo vozdymaja" 13. Arkona / Arkona Arkona was once a fortress and the spiritual center of Baltic Slavonic tribes. It was destroyed by Christians in 1168. For us, as for many other Rodnovers, Arkona is the symbol of the lost but unforgotten lore which has been sleeping through the centuries, awaiting for its revival. "Below the arch of skies Arkona is sleeping in ruins Soon the destroyed land will revive And the fortress of Yar Kon Will rise from the ashes." Kak iz morjushka sinego vyhodila Oj, da vorozh'ja orda Da na Svet-Bujan kopija navostrila Oj, grad usop navsegda Kak toj nochkoj Krovushkoj zalitoju Palo na zemlju Vojsko Svjatovitovo Siloj ognja, da s chuzhdym zakljatiem Pod mechami vraga Svjatovita sverglo raspjatie Grad usop navsegda Pod svodami nebosklona Dremlet v ruinah Arkona Skoro vosprjanet bitaja vragom zemlja S pepla vosstanet grad Jarogo Konja Spit pod vodoj Bereg rodnoj Pavshih shorony Smyty volnoj Kamni molchat, no chuesh' vzgljad Teh, kto ne smog vernut'sja nazad No grjanet grom v hrame rodnom Liki bogov vozdymutsja v nem I na zare vzdrognet zemlja Vnov' budet zhit' Svjatynja moja Vstan', Arkona! Oj, ty, Rodov Svet Zrimyj nam, zhivym v javi Oj, lik tvoj v shrone ruin My vozdymim vvys' rasprostertye dlani Da, pod chertogom tvoim Jej-hej! Bratija Na vojnu zovu tebja! Poletjat vo poljushke Da, bujny golovushki! Kto k nam s mechem pridet Tot ot nego padet! Vremja vernem nazad Otomstim za pavshij grad! Za predelami vechnosti Vstanem na strazhe let Na puti k beskonechnosti Nash sohranim obet Stoja na vethoj zemle Ja slyshu zov Beregini Chto delat' bogam, ili mne Chtob s ruin vozrodilas' Svjatynja? Pod svodami nebosklona Dremlet v ruinah Arkona Skoro vosprjanet bitaja vragom zemlja S pepla vosstanet grad Jarogo Konja 14. Nebo hmuroe, tuchi mrachnye… / Sullen Sky, Lurid Clouds A young woman receives a message saying that her husband fell in battle. Suffering from loneliness and desperation, she drowns herself in a river. "Forgive me, my life I leave, bowing to you I see my dearest's face in the sky Sinking in the quick water." Nebo hmuroe, tuchi mrachnye Chto plyvete vy nado mnoj? Ne terzajte dushu devich'ju Pod holodnoju pod lunoj Chto zh vy vetry shumite bujnye Tjazhki dumy navejav mne? Da povedajte o suzhenom Chto vo chuzhdoj vo storone S vetrom stavni moi otkrylis' Dushu vmig opalil ogon' Dlan' Striboga vskolyhnulas' List krovavyj leg na ladon' Ty prosti menja, zhizn' rodimaja Uhozhu ja, klanjajas' tebe Vizhu v nebe obraz ja milogo Utopaja v bystroj reke