Текст песни Духи Предков - Ночь на купалу

Oh, how the nights are short ,
Goy on Kupala .
Going to the people ,
Goy on Kupala .

Song ringing met Kupala ,
Bonfires at sunset,
Forbs in braided wreaths ,
And let the waves on the river .
Long winter we burned fierce frost ,
Face of the earth in the cold snow wrapped .
Do not run away from the ice prison ,
One hundred and forty days here Madder rules .
But it is not always angry blizzard - blizzard
Died away and sped off in the spring .
Brooks fled snow
Spreading the ravines with water.
rolling colo
In the hot summer .

Steel nights are short ,
Goy on Kupala .
Ignite fires,
Goy on Kupalu

In the dark thickets whispering trees,
Gaining the healing power of herbs .
Dance circled the sun ,
Echo songs echoed in the woods .
Kolo rolling in the hot summer ,
In the sacrament of joining the night
Sun and moon , heaven and earth,
Flame and water, death and birth .