Текст песни Духи Предков - Ночь на купалу

Oh, how the nights are short,
Goy, on Kupala.
It is going people
Goy, on Kupala.

Songs Kupala sounding met,
Bonfires at sunset,
Herbs in braided wreaths,
And let the waves river.
Long winter we burned fierce frost,
The face of the earth wrapped in the cold snow.
Do not run out of ice captivity
One hundred and forty days here Marena rules.
But do not ever angry storm-blizzard
She died away and sped off in the spring.
Brooks ran snow
Spreading the ravines with water.
Rolling colo
In the hot summer.

Steel nights are short,
Goy, on Kupala.
Inflames the fires,
Goy, on Kupala

In the dark thickets of whispering trees,
Gaining the healing power of herbs.
Dances circling the sun,
Echo songs echoed in the woods.
Rolling colonies in the hot summer,
In the sacrament of joining the night
The sun and the moon, heaven and earth,
Flame and water, death and birth.