Текст песни ВеданЪ КолодЪ - Макошь

And shed rain to the Irry Garden
Water threads from the sky.
And in those jets appeared Makos -
Lady of fate.
She hangs the threads, the tangle saves.
Not simple thread - magic.
Our life is woker from those threads -
From ties-birth and to the end,
Until the last junction - death.

And assistants - share with no-time
On those threads do not look tie nodes:
For happiness, is it on Mount Is it? -
Only Makoshi is a lecturer.
Even the gods before it are inclined,
How and they all obey
The invisible threads of Makoshi.