Be Hailed Perun! Hail The Fire-Haired God! You, The One Regenerating The Yav', Don't Quit The Wheels Turning! You, The One Who Led Us On The Legit Paths To Battle And Great Victory. You Shoot Your Arrows Into Our Enemies You Give Honour To Warriors! You Are Rightful, And Merciful And Wise! Oh Those Who Fell In Battle! Serve Well In Perun's Army! We Are The Warriors Not Variag, Not Greeks At All But From A Famous Ancestry Of Slavs We Stood Our Ground And Battled With Our Enemies, And When We Fall With Glory, Then We Will Come To The Dales Of Svarog's Paradise And Here The Others Will Come And The Doorkeeper Will Open The Gate To Let Them In... ...Into The Beautiful Iriy And Sva-Mother Flaps Her Wings From Her Two Sides Shining With Fiery Light In Rainbow-Coloured Feathers Shining Like The Sun-King! She Goes Through Yasun' And She Shines By Sevenfold Beauty Bestowed To Her By The Gods. And Perun Seeing Her Strikes A Thunder In The Clear Skies. And This Is Our Happiness, And We Must Do All We Can With Strenght To See How Old Life Separates From The New One And Mother Slava Flaps Her Wings And We Stand Under Our Banners The Banners Of Yasun'!