Покруса [Pokrusa] [English translation]

A whirlwind shook my soul

Why did I let it go naked and on foot

Among your flattery and blasphemy

Why did I give my soul to you?

Why did I open it like a chapel

Without thinking that one day

An unknown one of you, cruel people,

Unashamed will steal the icons away

(x2)

I don't regret that the shrine is empty

And that the doors have been vigorously broken

But I regret that my faith and I

Have nowhere to pray today

My soul, shaken and dead,

Remains deserted without icons and a shrine

I let you inside of it as if in a church

Yet I should have put a padlock

I don't regret that the shrine is empty

And that the doors have been vigorously broken

But I regret that my faith and I

Have nowhere to pray today

But I regret that my faith and I

Have nowhere to pray today (x2)