Княже [Knyaje] [English translation]

For a long time, I had been listening to the prayers of bitter grasses

For a long time, I had been crying, weaving the smoke with a thread

Now I am going to roll my ball [of threads] on mosses

On stumps and on roots

On forest shadows

And I will follow it1...

For exactly ten years I haven't closed my eyes2

For ten years you have been sleeping, my prince

But in the night of rage everything is not as usual, and your wife is a stranger, and your soul agonizes,

And a flock of flying clutches has spread its wings.

My prince, my prince

Silk yarn

Made a road to your gates

My hostile, my hostile

Why didn't your redoubtable guard

Save you from me, huh?

The hills are bounded by black bronze

The shadows of gloom grow through the heart.

Shadows-werewolfs, dark-gray fur.

Oh God don't let me sin!

I will hit myself to the ground and fall apart into dust

But I am aware that you know no fear.

My prince, my prince

Silk yarn

Made a road to your gates

My hostile, my hostile

Why didn't your redoubtable guard

Save you from me, huh?

I was going to you, my prince,

Through the seven deaths

And I was weaving a net of spells

For you, my foe.

Finally I have found you!

Wake up

And look at me...

The night of rage is dark...

I came in a trouble,

In rain water,

In a sore tear,

In a blind thunderstorm-

Then drink me and wash yourself with me,

Time crumbles behind my back...

What shall I do with myself,

My prince, my foe,

My pain, my light,

If there's no life

If the night is dark,

Is it a really big price?

I can't leave-

Forgive, forgive,

Forgive this to me...

My prince, my prince

Silk yarn

Made a road to your gates

My hostile, my hostile

Why didn't your redoubtable guard

Save you from me, huh?

1. is a common scene in Russian folk tales: a person rolls a magic ball of threads and then follows it2. haven't slept