Колиска вітру [Koliska vitru] [English translation]

There is a place in the blue mountains,

where the crystal water springs.

The young wind has revived youth in there,

It is rocking in its cradle.

I was rocking with the wind during the whole night,

We were flying up to the clouds.

I was talking fairytales to the wind,

And it was singing its songs to me.

In the morning I go barefooted

And can't find a path to home.

My wind caught me in a field

And hugged tenderly at parting.

We were bidding farewell to each other during the whole day,

Till dark evening came.

I was talking fairytales to the wind,

And it was singing its songs to me.