For a thousand years we have seen evil
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The earth is full of blood
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There is a war and the voice of the forefathers
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Sounds over the world, calling you!
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Dede Velese, Rode God right
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Save your glorious descendants on earth!
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Let's return freedom from deep times
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Let's sing a song to our ancestors
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We will be faithful to the family!
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We are on the ground like sparks
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We disappear into the darkness, as if we never existed
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Only our glory will come to Mother Glory!
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And will arrive with her, to the end of the earth
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And other lives
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So are we afraid of death
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If we are descendants of the glorious?
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Svarog, help us!
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Rode, behold the grief!
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Veles, give me wisdom!
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Lead us into battle, Perun!
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And the rays of the sun, and the winds of the steppes
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They gave us their strength
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We are the children of the gods, we carry on earth
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The faith that you lost
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Revival is coming!!!
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For a thousand years the earth is in tears
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After all, in Russia the dominance of foreign gods,
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But there is no fear in the face of death
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After all, death is better than the life of slaves
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Dede Velese, Rode God right
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Save your glorious descendants on earth!
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Let's return freedom from deep times
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Let's sing a song to our ancestors
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We will be faithful to the family!
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Listen, descendant, to that glory
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And keep your heart with Russia
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Which is and will come by our land
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We must defend it from enemies
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And die for her like that
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How the day dies without the sun
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When darkness comes
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whose name is Evening,
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And the Evening dies - the Night comes
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And the rays of the sun, and the winds of the steppes
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They gave us their strength
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We are the children of the gods, we carry on earth
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The faith that you lost
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Revival is coming!!! |