SANNA — Грім

Perun had a daughter — Not everyone knows Gentle outside, like a string, But her heart is blazing Father says: I see — You’re asking to fly Time for the iron horse For you to saddle Perun chose a smith Named Svarog Day and night he forged the horse — That smithing god The fierce hammer glows red With flame from morning An iron horse was born — Thunder is his name

Fly like lightning The road is your home Even if it’s a tale — Everyone trembles when they hear the thunder

God chose such a fate — Gave a red thread And Perun released his daughter From the pantheon into the world Faster than the wind, the god’s daughter, As in magical songs Across fields and roads — She has no equal

Fly like lightning The road is your home Even if it’s a tale — Everyone trembles when they hear the thunder Fly like lightning The road is your home Even if it’s a tale — Everyone trembles when they hear the thunder