The forest at night keeps silence
Of fire lighted with a wise hand
Of ancient Rus' forest guardian
Who don't let anyone to extinguish it down,
He never sleeps at night,
No one ever saw him there,
Where moonlight lays upon moss on the glade
Moss that covered ancient gods faces.
Here, among the massive oaks,
Birches, aspens and free winds
where millenium passed as a moment,
He stays the same grey-haired old man
Deathly pale moonlight
Enlighten the scattered boulders,
Bleed the eternal darkness
Covering soil with calm
His pain - is to see dead trees
Praised in ancient legends
That were sung by those dead people,
who considered themselves as nature's children.
He never sleeps at night
Branches of trees striving up to the stars
Through the cloven wound of torn winter sky
Silver forest bury in the blackest snowstorm
the asylum of dreams.
And through the new death and forthcoming lives
In my dreams I behold thee,
My heart is burning by pride,
Never turned to ashes in funeral pyre.
Under the cover of night far expanses are open
And i drink morrow dew from the weeds...
And since the birht, pain of my heart
Absorded in morning birds song among the forest.
Flames blaze, new lines...
By emotions poisoned are torments of mind...
Soaring towards grimmest height
Killing the slave forever
The solar mysteries, solitude
Night falls upon the forest, and I am alone here again
I cann see what in unknown for other and
I know what no one ever knows...
He can see the darkness of ancient times,
And everything that is presente, and what shall become
The wisdom in roots and in Foliage
All that hidden in skies, in the sun, and in young grass,
Past roar of mighty banners.
But again, sign of great names burns in Himmel High
Bestial harsh will graspt the hand again,
And firestorm shall enlighten the night.
Steady marching onwards
To the rumble of cannonade, to the machuneguns storm
He never sleeps at night...
