Королевна [Korolevna] [English translation]

I sang of gods and I sang of heroes,

Of the clang of blades, of bloody battles;

As long as my falcon was with me

I had his cry for a prayer.

But it's been a year now since he flew away -

He's been carried away by a bewitched blizzard.

A snowstorm from distant lands

Has stolen my dear friend.

Since then I haven't been myself,

And the seagulls cry, cry in the sky;

I can only make out

The bitterwort-colored eyes in the fog

Oh, if only I could see with the eyes of a falcon,

Soar up on falcon's wings

In that foreign falcon land,

And not in my sleep, but somewhere near

Oh bird, become my soul,

Lend wind into my wings,

Every night I dream of flight -

Mile after mile of cold fjords

Your sleeves are of silk, korolevna,

The mountains are embroidered with white heather,

I know I've never been there,

And if I was, it's to my own misfortune

If only I could remember

What happened not to me and not to you,

I toss around like a fallen leaf,

And my soul can have no rest

For a song you pay me in full moon

Like others pay in hard coin

In a winter-covered distant land

You are more beautiful, more beautiful than spring

And more intoxicating than summer

Wake up, korolevna,

Don your plumage,

You and I will fly into the tempest

The ice of your wrists is thin

Your sleeves are of silk, korolevna,

And your feathers are embroidered with bright gold;

I laught and soar into the sky,

I do not even believe I am real

Come closer,

Let me touch your plumage,

Every night I dream of mountains

Every morning I lose my sight

Your sleeves are of silk, korolevna,

The sky is embroidered with a bright crescent moon,

Carry me away, northern wind

Into the lands of pain and fable

How painful to know

That everything happened not to me and not to you,

The time hadn't stopped

To glance into a carved window

My joy, every night I dreamed of you,

But you are dressed in a cloak of sorrow,

I will of course sing again before leaving,

But I will be gone, I will be gone from your abode

With the first ray of dawn.

Wherever do your dreams wander, korolevna,

How long do ancient grasses need to wait for spring...

The only thing left is to repeat a few words, such a trifle -

Wake up, korolevna, don your plumage...

Nobody knows better than I do

That everything happened not to me and not to you,

Your charity wounds the heart,

Like an arrow over a bow-string

For a song you pay me in moon

Like others pay in coin,

I would give everything to be with you,

But, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

You do not even exist in this world...

Korolevna...