Костёр [Kostyer] [English translation]

Every pain will go away, and as the wise man says,

Every bonfire will burn out one day

And the wind will disperse the ashes and leave no trace.

But while the fire is burning

Each man keeps it in his own way

During misfortune and a cold season.

The night is long, so people barely light a fire.

They spare their strength and firewood,

Don't make a noise or cut trees for nothing.

But sometimes an odd fellow would appear.

This crank would do everything wrong

And his bonfire would rise up to the sky.

Not everything is solved yet, not everything is resolved yet.

Not every color of the day has died out yet.

Not everyone grudges fire yet, and God protects me.

Those were clever who saved their fire.

They couldn't warm up others anymore,

But lived peacefully until warm season.

And you were wrong, you burned everything in an hour,

And in an hour the big fire died out.

But during this hour everyone felt warmer.

Not everything is solved yet, not everything is resolved yet.

Not every color of the day has died out yet.

Not everyone grudges fire yet, and God protects me.