Текст песни Веня Д'ркин - На Ивана Купала

The canvas on which there was a forest
In which there was a house in which I lived,
Who did not sleep in anticipation of miracles,
It burned to the ground like a gray willow outside the village,
On Ivan Kupala.

And the drink that moaned about us, singing about birds,
Like the light that brings us the cross
Who didn't save
She hugged me, I was behind the edge of the village
On Ivan Kupala.

Now only a black attic, blacker than the night
Which is where the owls and the owl are -
My named brother.
I hear the voice of an owl, so someone's now
A candle will light up for Ivan Kupala.

The fire - my only friend - went out with dawn,
I only know what he was blind to
What he was deaf about ...
Without waiting for morning, she died on the coals of the fire ...
On Ivan Kupala.

In the passionate twilight of the candles, clothes fall from the shoulders,
I have a wedding in my hand ... See you soon
On Ivan Kupala.