Secha

From the edge of the south came oh not good news
 To his native land mother cloud climbs beast
 Tramples his field horse village zhget horde
 On his banners fluttering month and star
 Smoke swirls in the clouds at the end of the day
 Perun to do the sons of requiring
 Little touches Horsa light young birches
 Are carried away in the army where the feather grows
 Hour will rustles the enemies swords
 Cloud beast smash to pieces heroes
 Proudly burns after a fiery sunset
 Returns rusichej squad
 Be the glory of God Svarog course of the struggle resolved
 Will not return more than the enemy stake with the war came