Myth
The snowy warrior fell under the strike
Of sharpened solar arrows.
The spring dawn turned into a fire,
The snow melted and flew into the sky.
All the snowy army ascends to heaven
On bright cloudy horses.
Two holy princes, Boris together with Gleb
Lead them. The armor glistens.
Under the solar light, ancient burial mounds
Were covered in green grass.
And the brother-princes, emerging from the same mist,
All seek heavenly peace.
The holy druzhina passes through the sky.
The road leads to the north.
Tired of battles, tired of campaigns,
They set out on a new campaign.
Autumn rain will wash the earth,
Dry leaves will fly away.
The earth falls asleep and dreams of winter.
And the snowy dawn will illuminate.
Snow falls in flakes; with the snow return
Two princes with their druzhina.
And remembering the past, legends will awaken
Of the life and death of the princes.