| On Ivana, Kupala the red maiden wondered
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| Where is my dear, beloved, where are you, my fret
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| Close the gate quietly at night, a holiday, then what
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| You hear the voice of songs ringing over the fires, over the river
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| All roads lit up, it was, not a dream
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala Ivan - Kupala
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala, hey-hey!
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala Ivan - Kupala
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala, hey-hey!
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| Tell me, I'm not afraid to see there in the distance
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| somewhere a fern in a thicket and wreaths float along the river
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| On Ivan on Kupala, the red maiden wondered
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala Ivan - Kupala
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala, hey-hey!
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala Ivan - Kupala
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala, hey-hey!
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala Ivan - Kupala
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala, hey-hey!
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala Ivan - Kupala
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| Kupala Ivan - Kupala, Kupala, hey-hey!
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| On Ivana, Kupala the red maiden wondered
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| Where is my dear, beloved, where are you, my fret |