Текст песни Пярэварацень - Купальская

In the morning over the village, the birds are chirping
The sun rays on the ground sends
Fog over the river stselitstsa
And the village was still asleep,
And in the distance for the forest fire is burning.

On the night of Kupala wondered at Vseslav
And the river embarks holiday wreaths
In the woods I played with sister singing
And after the fire jumped up in the morning.

At sunset and through the village
We were all on the field
On the palate a fine rain was
Trees he smoked.
Hands raised together - saying goodbye to the Sun
Yes searched the swamps fern flower