[Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko]
The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding
The wood is scarlet and
splashes sparkles high
The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves
Imbued with the black smoke of death.
Human beings,
animals and birds are leaving
The road of black storm-cloud, Christians.
The gods are angry with uninvited guests
Who brought lie
with the cross to the proud nation.
The calm is cut with bloody sword
The country is burning
What did their god bring
suffer to our lands for?
What did so many souls die for?
The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground
And washing off the gore
from the faces
The sword is lighter with truth
The spirit is stronger with faith
Our hands possess the power
Our hearts
have got the flame
The defeat is greater than death
Child's tears hurt more than wounds
The spirit is stronger with faith
Our
hearts have got the flame
Iron peal of wrath
Deafens the cry of rain
The night is not as black as the sky
The horses are
faster than the arrows
The anger is stronger than the swords
The battle devours people
Like a swarm of bees
The heart is
breathing in the heart of the forest
The soul of the great Prussian land is alive
Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way
It's burning and warming the souls of proud people
Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring,
And no storm can ruin
it.
Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way.
Thunder proclaims the terrible might
The horses are moving back, the hands
cannot hold the arms
The Christ's army feared the courage of defenders
The brave warriors will never kneel.