Текст песни Аркона - Катится Коло

In the arms of the night we fall before the fire on the knee
Under the sights of the choruses and the smoothness of the dead river
We swear an oath to the Gods over the graves of their forefathers
With a native amulet on the fingers of a trembling hand.

Sing, wind! You know about the dust
My deceased brothers,
That in Swarga to the Gods you carry serenely.
Tell us about the living!

There, in an endless fog,
Dead souls are silent about the past.
But Svarogovo Kolo turned around.

The colo rolls!

Oh, roll, roll, roll,
Far far away, in the field extensively!
Oh, holy, be holy!
Kolo-father, Yarilo,
Light illuminated the earth!
Oh, roll, roll, roll,
In the meadows of Svaroggya,
On horses striboshyh,
Oh, holy, be holy!
From the ground roll,
In Svarg land!

Goy! To the glory of the wise Triglav
Hands raising in a circle of bonfires,
The power of the Rule in the dance we glorify!
We'll have a cup for the relatives of the Gods!

Rolling Kolo!
Rolling Kolo!
Oh, roll, roll, roll,
Far far away, in the field extensively!
Oh, holy, be holy!
Kolo-father, Yarilo,
Light illuminated the earth!
Oh, roll, roll, roll,
In the meadows of Svaroggya,
On horses striboshyh,
Oh, holy, be holy!
From the ground roll,
In Svarg land!

Oh, roll, roll, roll!
Kolo-father, Yarilo,
Light illuminated the earth!

Oh, roll, roll, roll!
Kolo-father, Yarilo,
Light illuminated the earth!

Rolling, Kolo ...