Slavland - Pieśń Bojana

Hunger, air*, fire and water*
And all sorts of bad adventures,
They will be to whoever
Spurn the old faith of his forefathers!

Predatory animals to the barn,
Dark fiends amongs the herds
They will be to whoever
Spurn the old faith of his forefathers!

In disease Theyshall fall,
And hard bed of pain,
Will bind whoever
Spurn the old faith of his forefathers!

And when he will die, a piece of ground,
Where he could lay his bones,
He won't get, whoever
Spurn the old faith of his forefathers!

He will die miserably!... Wind will arrange
His ashes amongs the entire world,
He will die miserably, whoever
Spurn the old faith of his forefathers!

air - disease
water - flod