| Oh, how will I run out, run to the stream,
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| Along, yes along the coast.
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| Oh, how I bow my bright head
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| Above the guards.
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| The path according to the Vedas,
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| From the heart, yes to the sky
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| My song will flow like a river!
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| My house is covered in fog.
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| In the dusk of the night the Gods do not sleep.
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| Arise, the power of Russia!
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| Illuminate the light, revive the faith!
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| What I see - look, Zarya!
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| I run away, keeping my fate.
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| Where mounds live
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| They remember and wait for us there.
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| Gods, Gods! |
| What is more precious to us?
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| Cursed are the palaces of the great-grandchildren of Svarozhy.
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| There is no salvation for us!
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| The enemy is on the heels!
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| Swa, Swa, Swa, see!
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| You have long been forgotten!
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| The wings of a heavenly bird have been broken!
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| Rules the one who is strong -
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| Holds power over fire.
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| Oh, how will I run out, run like a fox,
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| Along, yes along the coast.
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| Oh, how I will cure, I will fly as an owl
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| To the Family Terem.
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| I give praise to grandfathers
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| From the heart, yes to the sky,
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| Bring my demand, my song!
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| My house is covered in fog.
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| In the dusk of the night the Gods do not sleep.
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| Arise, the power of Russia!
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| Illuminate the light, revive the faith! |