Get up from your knees, Motherland, Mother Russia, Slavic people!
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Get up off your knees, houses are on fire, bonfires are in the fields, everyone is waiting for you!
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Giving life to the wind, but going to the meadows of Svarog
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Having sprinkled the earth with blood, they gave the future to the grandchildren
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Glorying the clan with songs, they did not spare horses and shields
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Well, Mother Russia, are you on fire, yes on fire?
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Get up off your knees!
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Meeting the Sun-Yarilo with a hospitable world
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Sowing Mother Earth with herbs-ears painted
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Feeding the heroes-sons, and quiet lullabies
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Well, Mother Russia, are you honoring the filthy trash?
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Not flattered by a gray word, neither glory nor will
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Having washed with clean water, grandchildren with herbs and dews
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They glorify the clan with a song, sparing no effort for the good of Russia!
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Well, Mother Russia, are you confused by the shackles of slavery?
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Get up from your knees, Motherland, Mother Russia, Slavic people!
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Get up off your knees, houses are on fire, bonfires are in the fields, everyone is waiting for you!
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Giving life to the wind, but going to the meadows of Svarog
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Having sprinkled the earth with blood, they gave the future to the grandchildren
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Glorying the clan with songs, they did not spare horses and shields
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Well, Mother Russia, are you on fire, yes on fire?
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Get up from your knees, Motherland, Mother Russia, Slavic people!
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Get up off your knees, houses on fire, fires in the fields
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Get up off your knees - everyone is waiting for you!
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Get up from your knees, Motherland, Mother Russia, Slavic people!
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Get up off your knees, houses are on fire, bonfires are in the fields, everyone is waiting for you! |