Текст песни Навья - Веретено

Dripping flames right on the hands,
Do not burn it.
I see before me the road again
And spindle.
Whose fate this time in front of me?
Maybe mine?
With whom I brought Mother Makosh?
Or was I?
Maybe she did I meet with him?
To know is not given.
Make a step somewhere behind the veil.
Spindle…
Make a move and soul of someone nearby -
I do not recognize.
At the heart of the fire flares up yarche-
I can see.
Through the haze, through the fog, trees,
I see the fire,
The essence of a reflection of my heart
And posolon ...
That part of me that by the old, to the brighter
He pulls his light.
I, of which "the people" would say,
What it does not exist.

Hope Gunstvina