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Translation:
Russian lands seep in the darkness Drops of dawn lie on the cold grass Pleasant silence of the old wood Our master keeps all the good
Only Yarilo donates the dawn There's nothing better than our sun It gives life to the whole forest We should keep the beauty for us
Russia will resist all disasters, As predicted our ancestors So we'll bow to you again To the beauty that you gain
Morning sun is rising high Making happy everyone Slavs are making sacrifice To the deity of sun
We love the wood, we love the light Great Russia's taken our hearts And the power of its dawn Will make the Russian people strong.
Translation:
Russian lands seep in the darkness Drops of dawn lie on the cold grass Pleasant silence of the old wood Our master keeps all the good
Only Yarilo donates the dawn There's nothing better than our sun It gives life to the whole forest We should keep the beauty for us
Russia will resist all disasters, As predicted our ancestors So we'll bow to you again To the beauty that you gain
Morning sun is rising high Making happy everyone Slavs are making sacrifice To the deity of sun
We love the wood, we love the light Great Russia's taken our hearts And the power of its dawn Will make the Russian people strong.