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Syen, behold the skies of Huma,

As they bleed above the Kozhuf mountains

The Two Ears summoned to the greatest sorrow

In the regions of my primordial fathers

Syen, regret for me and my soil

Where Svatog forgot his beams of joy

The skies and fields are set for me to dwell in

So shall I be the last son of Byelun

This village of pagan past and heroic battles

Oblivion beside the treats of gods

Poured in the hollow of the centuries

Where the frost becomes painful dream

Tranquility reigns within this lonely place

Syen, behold the skies of Huma

As they bled through my rivers where I sink

Where I sink...