Текст песни Случайный Человек - Иванов День

There is grass, black to the bone, grows in forests near swamps, in wet places, in meadows.
The stem grows in an arshin and above, and there are small leaves on the stem
And it blooms on the eve of Ivanov's day at midnight.
That color is very necessary if someone wants to be rich and wise.
And it is not easy to take that color - with the needs, and, outlined in a circle, say:
"Talent of God, your judgment, may God rise again!"