Сотканы века [Sotkanı veka] [English translation]

Weeping, praying for forgiveness,

Blind is that one, who fell to his knees.

Open hearts, capture the fool,

Bring your light in, turn your face from the liar.

Light and darkness

Are merged in the scroll of the gods.

From bygone blood of fathers

Ages are woven!

Pain and fear are present

In front of the one who created you.

Another's faith in their eyes

Has lifted itself up.

Take back what you rejected.

Take in your own view of those past years.

Captivate with beauty, wash with a tear,

Lead by the Vedas of your fathers.

The unprejudiced truth is sacred,

By a mute voice of the forest we shout to them: "Glory!"

Under the patter of rains, warmed by rays, is falsehood,

That thirsts for a revelation.

Glory!

Speak with an envenomed arrow,

We are night's childen, unseen to the eye.

Contempt is oppressive,

By the revelation of a prophet!

Again the blind people

Are praying, heeding this.

Ancient tombs are plundered,

Destroying the light of ages!

Weeping, praying for forgiveness,

Blind is that one, who fell to his knees.

Open hearts, capture the fool,

Bring your light in, turn your face from the liar.

Light and darkness

Are merged in the scroll of the gods.

From bygone blood of fathers

Ages are woven.

Pain and fear are present

In front of the one who created you.

Another's faith in their eyes

Has lifted itself up.

• Artist:Arkona
• Album:Лепта (Lepta)