Текст песни ЧУР - Крук

Cool black, tell me
Where are the ancestral graves?
Where the bones whiten them,
Where did the swords rust?
Oh, no, it's gone
And the graves are gone!
The white bones of the beast were stretched!
Cool black, tell me
Where are my Gods forgotten?
Where is the truth clear?
To whom do glory be told?
Oh, no, it's gone
Those old gods!
The grudge subsided
Holy places!
Fly yourself, black bird!
You're lying, you evil god!
Age will not be your truth,
Fire bears Svarog!
Our land is a grave,
Where are our grandparents!
In heaven, in hearts and in singing -
Our gods live there!
Nene ours - the sun is redder,
Our mother is a raw Earth!
The ear goes up,
The gray truth is between the people of germination.
Oh, you black raven,
Don't cover the wings of heaven!
The truth of the wing is unfolding,
Yours will not be white all white!