Апельсиновая джига [Apelʹsinovaya dzhiga] [English translation]

Sleep came before dawn,

I saw like there were three of us,

And now I'm looking for them, looking for them,

If I will find them, I won't let them go.

There are traces on the stones of burns,

Didn't anyone bring them water?

Scars of dry thin hands,

Can I ever find my witch ring?

Bonfires sleep like blue snakes, be,

Be you two sisters to me,

Peel from an orange - you will be an older sister,

With sharp tongue, fast as a stream, with motley feathers ...

A shadow under my right hand,

And on the left hand thimble is clear, like swelter,

And a ball of hot tar,

Do you have a more stronger needle?

No, no, no, they cannot be embroidered, they cannot be sewn,

Ethereal creatures have no soul,

Hiding in the flames at the bottom,

Since at the bottom it is always colder.

Blue serpents sing in the fires, fear,

Fear them, jiga-sister -

Like water off a swan's back , you will be an middle trouble,

Don't come here, you will perish forever ...

I will unroll the blue ball into a fire, no more,

I have no more sisters,

Get out, dry scales, I will become a younger snake,

And the last, ah, and the ancient, and the seamstress ...