Текст песни Мельница - Морана

Stribog horses are flying - the wind is in the mane,
Perun horseshoe - the abyss under the lightning,
Koni Dazhdbog rains frolic,
And the horse of horses is the crown in the sky.

A hot wave - in the eyes of the priestess,
With glorious iron - a priestess to the wrists,
The stars are golden,
Calling the caller is my name.

Striboga's sister, Peruna is spinning,
Dazhdbog's daughter and my Mora,
Come, hide my thread Mora,
Come, the way I opened, Mora.

With a ray, like a sword, a gate opened,
I was bound by a ring of flight.

Farewell, Perun, remember dashingly,
Forgive me, Stribog, this is the proportion,
Passes, will pass, Dazhdbog, fly by flour;
My God is cruel - the horse of horses, horse Sun.
Passes, will pass, Dazhdbog, fly by flour;
My God is cruel - the horse of horses,
horse sun. (simultaneously begins "girls, women ..")

Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!
Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!

Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!
Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!

Oh, who does not come out,
At the Kupalnya,
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!
Oh, that will be
Stump-deck,
Lada-fretu,
Stump-deck!

And who will go
At the Kupalnya,
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!
And he will be
Bel birch!
Lada-fretu,
Bel birch!

Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!
Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!

Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!
Girls, women -
On the Bathing Place!
Lada-fretu,
On the Bathing Place!