Неукротимое племя [Neukrotimoe plemya] [English translation]

The children of Danu-the-goddess don't sleep in their golden cradles,

They squint their eyes and laugh, they don't close them,

For the Northern Wind will take them away at the moment

When a vulture flies down into the gorge from the rocky heights.

I kiss the child of mine, that clings to me crying,

And I hear the cajolingly quiet call from the narrow graves,

The cry of the homeless wind over the rollings of ramparts,

The shivering of the homeless wind in the fire of sunset.

The knocking of the homeless wind on heaven's doors

And hell's doors; and screeching and howling of the persecuted spirits...

Oh, heart that was pierced by the wind, those untameable horde

Is closer to you than Holy Madonna and the lamps flicker of hers.