oh woe, oh grief
I am married to you (she says she's married to woe and grief)
i m married to bitter fate too
love doesn't let me find peace
pain is deep, you can't reach bottom of it
my love has a young wife
where dew is, a tear laid there
blond braid (hair) fell on earth
towel that mother gave me was falling
it seems that fate won't let me be a wife
standing on a hill, i ask you:
carry me away, muddy river
again breast is squeezed with big force
Stribog* starts singing depressing song *a pagan deity
heart has faltered, wounded with pain
frail body dissapeared in water
on that rivers bottom i can't bear
tribal soul that lives in me
oh woe, oh grief
I am married to you