Текст песни Башня Rowan - Катька-Humppa

The morning began, the sun rose

Red smoke through the gray clouds.

The trumpeters trumpeted the dawn

Hoarsely echoing husky cocks.

God gave, summer: rain without clearance,

The third month we grumble and knead mud.

Rowan beads, round basket -

Katerina has gathered for the market.

 

There, at the magistrate, gypsies jump,

This slush is clearly nothing.

Clouds without an edge close the sky

threatening heavy rain.

Foul on the soul, the third month - weekdays,

but as a holiday, so a bell howl.

Round basket, rowan beads,

Katerina is rushing home.