Гой, Роде, гой! [Goy, Rode, goy!] [English translation]

Hoy, hoy, Rod! Hoy, hoy, Rod!

Through grey mist

I look into the distance.

There, in the world of dead rocks

You hid a sadness.

Soul is shaking

Above icy wave.

You feel that death is near

Fear owned you.

You haven't been a victim of crazy waters

(Haven't been) in death battle with wind.

You put your hands up to skies

And wait for Rod's answer

In the forest, oh, in the dark forest

Our sacrifices will burn like fire

My brothers glorify gods

With the voice of holy horn

I wish Holy Surya* flow

In a cup near to home icon.

They glorify Rod's house

with their mouths and with words

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Can you hear me?

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Hey, Stribogs* - you are children of wind

I pray you to take my song with you

And sing them about our brave

Fight with sea depth in the dawn

We can't hear clear songs

We are alone under cold moon

What will gods say to us,

To us, people that were hid under night?

I look up in the skies, at the gods

My blood flows out from wounds to ground.

A dream will warm me in the cold darkness*

We have to go

Life will die in the dream

We will go in the kingdom of Mara*

In the forest, oh, in the dark forest

They laid near to ash.

They glorify life

In cold hungs of Marena*

Trouble will flow with red blood

Cutting with pain.

I glorify Rod falling asleep*

With my voice in blue sky:

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Can you hear me?

Hoy, Rod, Hoy!

Hoy, hoy, Rod! Hoy, hoy, Rod!!

• Artist:Arkona
• Album:Гой, Роде, гой! (Goi, Rode, goi!)