Sullen sky, lurid clouds,
Why are you gliding over me?
Don’t torment the maiden’s soul
Under the cold moon
Why do you, violent winds, bluster
Giving me heavy thoughts?
Better tell me about my intended
From foreign lands
Wind has opened my shutters
My soul instantly got seared by fire
Arm of Stribog1 stirred
A bloody leaf fell on my palm
Please, forgive me, my life
I’m leaving bowing to you
I see in the sky an image of my dear one
While drowning in a rapid river
1. Slavic god of wind