Текст песни ДМЦ - Дарья плетет венок

Where the goblin sleeps under a pine tree in the forest,
The mountain bird fornication flies its nests.
The village of Daryushka comb the braid,
Start a song and weave a wreath.

She walked the night with a grove
Twilight converged, but on St. George's Day.
Fly her a white bird
But she saw a round dance.

She would run to the house without looking back,
But the paths are afraid of feet.
One who plays hide and seek with her
Confused streams of roads.

Blood runs cold, hands reach for the stars.
The sun hid deep in the swamps.
It's too late to leave and run
The village of Daria weave a wreath.

I began to collect the ripe herbs,
Make a fire to wait for the dawn.
Nettles burned hands white,
The cross was squeezed to blood with an odor.

The youngest daughter began to weave a wreath
As mother taught on Kupala in the night.
"You fly, wreath, look for the sun,"
Daryushka began to sentence.

She would run to the house without looking back,
But the paths are afraid of feet.
One who plays hide and seek with her
Confused streams of roads.

And let the witches sing and dance
Daria weaves a wreath ...
Somewhere a cute Navi is kissed
Daria weaves a wreath ....