Derevnie Bogi
(Ancient Gods)
Lyrics and Music: N. Nekrasova (Illet)
Performed by: N. Nekrasova, D. Bromberg (Kelli), and Meldis

Steppe under horse-hooves   that kick up the carpet of grass.
Mark of murder              on the good arms of the land.
There on the warpath,       ashes grow cold and lay still.
But ancient Powers,         they will remember blood spilled.

We trace on our palms       lines of the future and fate.
Gray are the horses,        weary and gray is the blade.
A foreign whirlwind,        over the threshold it comes.
But ancient Powers          laugh at them inside our blood.

They all come to sunset --  a person, a year, or a town.
Always there's bad luck --  that always pushes us down.
Only a few souls            will feel the warmth of their stars.
But ancient Powers          always will be, always are.

Wheels of the old carts,    they creaked along in their day.
Somehow saved, somehow --   like dreams, they faded away.
Song of warning --          omen of fates now at hand.
But ancient Powers          for us will come to the land.

Steppe under horse-hooves   that kick up the carpet of grass.
That which is fatal         once more is fled from the land.
The ancient horn call       once more is ringing above.
Ancient Powers --           Faith, and Hope, and Love!