Юрьев день [Jur'ev den'] [English translation]

I stood there and watched as the wind blows away

The laurels off your head

One of us acted befitting a knight

Sing. Sing a song…

Now he is the gold in the list of your saints

He’s your hero to follow and praise

I heard through the grapevine that I should be next

Forgive me. Somebody will take my place

Tatyana and stranger are selling themselves

Right in the shade of your cross

Thanking you for letting it so

But you sing. Sing a song

Your prophet is gone in the depth of your ores

There’s no one in his gilded cage

I was told that I would be claiming the throne

Forgive me. Somebody will take my place

In the skies made of carton I see flying lights

Taking our girls away

Anubis entices you with his left hand

But you sing, don’t you stop

A burnt sailor that came from the shores of Orion

Became the son of the corps

You thought it was I in your bed

That night

Forgive me. Somebody else took my place

When the seven stars above your head

Line up in a sickle of red

And a drunken hunter releases his hounds

In the openness of your space

I’ll remember those who were prettier than you

Smarter than you, better than you

But who of them walked on broken glass

Like you did - with beauty and grace…

Soon is St. George’s Day and candles are set

At the forsaken palace gates

But burning them cannot save anymore

Better sing. Sing!!!

Nonbelievers from abbey have found my home

And brought the court order to me

I was told that I would be judging the case

Don’t wait for me, somebody will take my place

Learned about your light from the enslaved

Learned about your wonders from blue-eyed wolves.

On the green grass in the white lace

My soul went astray,

My eyes lost the way

From the Botticelli shores, like snow into flames

From the swan-shaped ships, like swallow to shade

St. George’s Day is near, my joy

And we will set out to go

Traveling upstream