Соловей [Solovei] [English translation]

Oy, I went down into the valley

To harvest red guelder rose

Oy, I went down into the valley

To harvest red guelder rose

I gathered the flowers

Braided them into a wreath

Braided them into a wreath

The rue and periwinkle flowers

To me Ivan

There came out from the grove

To me Ivan

You, Katya, are pretty

My dear Katya

I love you

I love you

For as long as mother doesn't know

Nightingale, nightingale, do not sing so early

For my heart is not merry yet again

Nightingale, nightingale, oy what am I to do

I came to love him - and cannot forget him

If I hadn't known this

I wouldn't have gone with you

Wouldn't have gone down into the valley

Wouldn't have broken the guelder rose

I love you

For as long as mother doesn't know

And once mother finds out, we will part

Nightingale, nightingale, do not sing so early

For my heart is not merry yet again

Nightingale, nightingale, oy what am I to do

I came to love him - and cannot forget him