Текст песни Веня Дркин - На Ивана Купала

The canvas on which was a forest
In what was a house
In which I lived
Who had not slept
In anticipation of miracles
Burned to the ground
As gray willow
The edge of the village
Midsummer

A bittern that wailing about us
Singing about birds
Similar to light
Carrying our cross
Which is not saved
I hugged
My partner was
The edge of the village
Midsummer

Now only black attic
Blacker than black night
That there
Where owls owl yes
My brother called
I hear the voice of Owl
So someone now
Lit candle
Midsummer

Fire - my only friend
With the dawn extinguished
Only I know what
Why he was blind
What he was deaf
Do not wait until morning
she died
On charcoal fire
Midsummer

In a passionate dusk candles
Clothing falls from the shoulders
I hold in my hand crowning
See you soon
Midsummer