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When night drops over the Volga
When the graves of Slavs will enhance the darkness
Someone seeing a nightmare will feel fear
Cemetery watchman will hear a tender voice:
"We go, dance on coffins."

He has a body feature, he with a goat horns and pigs
And the face can be yours and my and someone else
He dances in darkness, lights burn on the crosses
At night he is happy, his song is simple
"We go, dance on coffins."

He hits a chchelet with hoof, and the cross wures his tail
He can caric and bark him to do
It happens in one, it happens in different places
He can not sleep, he needs to go dancing on coffins

Spring will come and maybe then
When the grass breaks and drifts will disappear
We will see a bristle on the body and wool on the hands
When it becomes darker and goes out, we will come
Together with him to dance on coffins.