Невеста Полоза [Nevesta Poloza] [English translation]

Oh, it's not dust swirling along forest floor ahead.

Oh, lass, don't you go and stir any dread.

Don't arouse the witching ways,

Turn aside, glance away -

Serpent and serpentess wed.

You knew no grief, nor hid eyes from a woe.

Lass, you shall be ours - it is your own fault!

Fog has shrouded the glade -

Serpent king is awaiting you there,

You are his betrothed.

Don't let me be gone,

Lay me upon a bed of silk white,

Pray, hold me tight,

Don't let me go fetch water alone...

Fetch water alone...

I won't be able to find the serpent brew,

I won't dare raise my golden eyes at you.

My tan will turn scales -

Come the wild autumn blaze,

Leaving with the snakes is my due.

The voice of Poloz 1 whispers like dust under canopy...

The immense eyes of gold brimming with hungry glee...

He calls me downward:

"Dearest, come to my world,

I'll embrace you in coils thirty three!"

Don't let me be gone,

Lay me upon a bed of silk white,

Pray, hold me tight,

Don't let me go fetch water alone...

Don't let me go fetch water alone...

Let me not, let me not fetch water

Don't let me be gone,

Lay me upon a bed of silk white,

Pray, hold me tight,

Don't let me go fetch water alone...

Don't let me go fetch water alone...

Fetch water alone...

Don't let me be gone!

1. Underworld serpent king in Ural folklore.