Life is a spindle, a cradle is its springhead,
Here I am, I've come to the crossing of three roads,
And I'm standing, like in front of the door,
And the dearest one is waiting for me behind it.
Youth is like a captivity, I couldn't come,
I've been keeping my heart only for you,
And at the crossing of three roads I've got on my knees,
I've found you and nearly lost you.
The wild blizzard is ripping my heart,
An evil witch-storm is laughing behind my back,
My shrine was empty for so long,
And I'm going to church, to kidnap the bride.1
My shrine was empty for so long,
And I'm going to church, to kidnap the bride.
The domes are shining, a crown is in your hair,
Your brothers and your father stand behing your back.
I believe, God will forgive the latest sin of mine,
I'll kidnap you in front of everyone.
The wild blizzard is ripping my heart,
An evil witch-storm is laughing behind my back,
My shrine was empty for so long,
And I'm going to church, to kidnap the bride.
My shrine was empty for so long,
And I'm going to church, to kidnap the bride.
1. Bride kidnapping - is a practice in which a man abducts the woman he wishes to marry. Usually the Caucasians and Middle Asian nations have this tradition, but as a marriage rite this act exists in russian culture too.