Rozhanitsy, Rozhanitsy
A month has passed in the shaded living compartment
Rozhanitsy, Rozhanitsy
They streek pale hands
Towards a warm shade of fire
Rozhanitsy, narecnitsy
Miss, dully, they accept their lot
Rozhanitsy, narecnitsy
They are all in silver and glow
Three virgins in a bright hut
We are Rozhanitsy
Bright but sad virgins
We wander around the world
We bring the lot and the fate to the child
Rozhanitsy, Rozhanitsy
A month has passed in the shaded living compartment
Narecnitsy, Rozhanitsy
They are all in silver and glow
Three virgins in a bright hut
We are Rozhanitsy
Bright but sad virgins
We wander around the world
We bring the lot and the fate to the child