My Lands
Smaga
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My Lands are obscure faces of the woods.
My Lands are the melodies of the forest streams.
The Lands of Rus' - belong to me eternally.
And I am extolling you again
At the darktime…
By the fire swirling up.
By its sparkles in the night.
And by the wind blowing away…
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Come to us through the thunderstorms,
Perun the Warrior of Zlata Svarga.
Come up
Through the thunderstorms
With the cloud-burst,
Oust the wicked ones out!
Oust them!