Gothic chronicles about the Slavs

At the origins - from Odra to Vistula

In the great expanses of the earth

They’ve emerged from the shadows of history

And survived the fierce struggles

Among the gray-haired tribal unions.

 

The roots are ancient, the crown is green -

The Ant tribe looks to the east,

The scorched earth lies before them,

There are seasoned youth ahead,

Numerous as sand!

 

Although their names change

By kind and abundance of places,

And here they are called Veneti,

But in heritage they unite,

These people are Sklavens!

 

Pushed aside Sarmatians and Scythians,

Along the Bug-river reached the Dnieper,

Growing with iron myths,

Separated by ditches and reefs,

From sunset of times to morning...