"...в кронах вековых дубов"

In the crowns of ancient oaks
Wind weeping softly .
Among the menacing clouds
Lick Perun gloomy.

Stars fall from the sky ,
Month dim light.
Rusicham defiant, cross,
Place eh there in the world?

After all, the hand of the greedy Jew
In Russia put filth ,
A false speech hpista
Clouded mind .

Faces of the true gods
In rivers drowned ,
Proud sorcerers , magicians
Traitors ruined .

Where is the shelf Perunova ,
Honor faithful to death ?
Cpyat taste the blood ,
In horomina snowy .

They wolf and raven black
Bayut lullaby
And mournful light moonbeam
Caresses the face pale .

Ha bitter winds of sorrow ,
Flying over the battlefield
Ha black wings grief
Sister Zhelya with Karna .

And pours song virgins swans
Above the entire Russian land,
And torn string psaltery players ,
Flute cry grusno ...

But I will see that hour ,
When the burn crosses ,
When the churches of his priests
Mercy can not see .

Then here again sing
Russia praises of the gods
And spit in false eyes
crucified Jew