| Where the river closes the glades with its hands
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| And the tops of the trees scratch the clouds,
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| Our life will float along the channels with wreaths,
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| Come back soon and don't torment me.
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| Do not fly over uncut grass, falcon,
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| Today I fell on Ivan Kupala,
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| And fell asleep with her eyes, and with her whitened soul
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| She walked and wandered, looking for fire.
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| It's dark in the forest,
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| Black snow covered the path
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| Go find it...
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| Wind and dew
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| Yes, the heavens tremble with lights -
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| They spin their heads.
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| My dear daughter, you flew away like a bird
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| And she fed her soul with clean resin all night.
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| I'll hurry, I'll run for the outskirts to the wind,
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| I will jump over the fire, not forgetting to pray.
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| It's dark in the forest,
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| Black snow covered the path
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| Go find it...
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| Wind and dew
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| Yes, the heavens tremble with lights -
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| They spin their heads.
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| The night has played enough, flocks of ducks have become quiet
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| Yes, heavenly wounds opened up with rumor.
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| That is a bear hunt, they were looking for a crowd
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| Round dances of fires that ruined the soul during the night.
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| Do not fly along untrodden paths, falcon,
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| Today I fell on Ivan Kupala,
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| And fell asleep with her eyes, and with her whitened soul
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| She walked and wandered, looking for fire.
|
| It's dark in the forest,
|
| Black snow covered the path
|
| Go find it...
|
| Wind and dew
|
| Yes, the heavens tremble with lights -
|
| They spin their heads.
|
| It's dark in the forest,
|
| Black snow covered the path
|
| Go find it...
|
| Wind and dew
|
| Yes, the heavens tremble with lights -
|
| They spin their heads.
|
| It's dark in the forest,
|
| Black snow covered the path
|
| Go find it...
|
| Wind and dew
|
| Yes, the heavens tremble with lights -
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| They spin their heads.
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| It's dark in the forest,
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| Black snow covered the path
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| Yes, go and find ... Yes, go and find ...
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| Wind and dew
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| Yes, the heavens tremble with lights -
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| They spin their heads. |