Королевна [Korolevna] [English translation]

I sang about gods, and sang about heroes, about the clashing of swords, and bloody battles;

While the falcon was with me, his call took the place of my prayers.

Already a year has passed, since he flew away - a snowstorm carried him away,

The blizzard, which arrived from afar, stole my dear friend.

I haven't been myself since that time, crying, crying are the seagulls in the sky;

Only the person with gential eyes can see what I see in the fog;

Oh, if only I could see the falcon, if only I could have wings like the falcon,

In that foreign falcon country, not in my dreams, but somewhere nearby:

Become my soul, bird, give me wind so that to fly,

Every night I dream of flying - cold fjords, miles and miles;

Silk is your sleeve, queen, and on it is embroidered a white barren wasteland,

I know that I've never been there, but if I had, I would have saddened;

I want to remember what happened without me and without you,

I am moving around like a fallen leaf, and I can't live peacefully;

You will pay the the whole of the moon for this song, how others pay with the sound of coins;

In a far away country, covered in snow, You are more beautiful than spring and drunken summer:

Wake up, queen, put on your royal dress,

We will fly into rainy days - the thin ice of your wrists;

Your sleeve is made from silk, queen, from pure gold - your royal dress;

I laugh and fly off up into the sky, I don't believe in myself:

Come to me a little closer, let me touch your dress,

Every night I see mountaints, every morning I lose vision;

Your sleeve is made from silk, queen, a quarter moon - made in the sky,

Take me away too, northern wind, to the edge of the world where there is pain and fiction;

How painful it is to know, what happened without me and without you

Time hasn't stopped, so that to glance at the fretwork;

About you, my delight, I dreamed every night, but you put on a sorrow cloak,

I certainly now will sing good bye, but throw away your house - I am with the rays of the sunrise.

Your dreams are somewhere, queen;

Is it long until spring?

All that is left to repeat is a few words, so insufficient -

Wake up, queen, put on your royal dress,

I know what happened with me and what happened with you

Your insufficiency wounds my heart, like an arrow from a bow string;

You will pay me the moon for this song , like others pay with coins,

I would give everything so that to be with you but maybe you are not in this world

You will pay me the moon for this song , like others pay with coins,

I would give everything so that to be with you but maybe you are not in this world ...

Queen