Lyrics Веня Дркин - На Ивана Купала

The canvas on which there was a forest
In which was the house
In which I lived
Who did not sleep
Waiting for miracles
Burned to the ground
Like gray wind
Beyond the edge of the village
On Ivana Kupala

And whistle about us
Singing about birds
Like the light
Carrying us a cross
Who did not save
Hugged me
Was with me
Beyond the edge of the village
On Ivana Kupala

Now only black attic
Blacker than black night
Which is there
Where are owls and owl
My brother called
I hear the voice of an owl
So someone's now
The candle will light up
On Ivana Kupala

Koster - my only friend
With dawn went out
Only I know that
Why was he blind
What was he deaf about
Without waiting for the morning
she died
On fire coals
On Ivana Kupala

In the passionate twilight of the candle
Clothes fall off shoulders
I hold a wedding in my hand
See you soon
On Ivana Kupala