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Directed by Nenad Radojcic
"Slavic Fairytale"
This field
Those rivers
Forests with spirits of our ancestors
All that together is a Living Tree
And our Earth is a little leaf on It
That's so my late grandfather spoke me
Telling me about the beauty of our world
The world of Humans
He also spoke to me about the Great Sun and the Silver Moon
About their struggle for dominance over the heavens
Also about the Great Elder in whose eternal dream we are
Who rides on the heavens in the form of a flaming horse
that defies the high mountain peaks
He called him Svarog
And then it seemed to me so strange and so magical
So ancient and so sacred
He was heavenly firmament of stars that are like snake scales soaked with water
that shimmered through the sky covered with darkness
He was the eternal sun, which gave life that He breathed deep into our bodies
He was the Creator
He was the Father of everything that our eye can see on this beautiful Earth
When I was still a young priest of Svarog
I heard battle cries and frightening cheers of warriors
I walked for days, seemed years
I followed them untill I came to the battlefield
Crowned with glory of our glorious grandfathers and Slavic gods
And on that field layed heavenly axe crowned with Thunderer's lightning
Our old ones often spoke about battle of two brothers
Perun the Thunderer and Veles the Shepherd
Their battle changed the shape of the Earth
Raised mountains and deepened seas
And their cry raged over the heavenly hierarchy
Veles the Silvan would often stalk heavenly pastures of Perun
And his intentions were bad
To steal the brother's flock he intended
But the rage of stormy Thunderer allways distracted Veles
At the bitter end of battle it seemed that Veles the Green would defeat his brother
After so many centuries and millenium of struggle
But it never happened
Thunderer would rise his hands up high widely opening his sacred mouth
Calling out for lightnings and thunders in his favor
Calling out for his heavenly army
Veles never escaped them
Perun would always score victory over his brother
Dissociating his soul and the body
But fraternal sadness would gripp his heart
Then Svarog, our Heavenly Father would always took pity
And would always give new life to executed Veles
Sons of Rascia and subjects of Knyaz Visheslav of Rascia
Don't be feared by your enemy because blessing of heaven rests upon you
Follow your Knyaz who is rising his sword calling out for victory
Do not be afraid, sons of Rascia
Now when our mighty and glorius Perun was replaced by even mightier
Jesus Christ - Lion of Judah
But never forget fairytale that our forefathers told us
Fairytale as old as our own folk �