Mist covers ravine, mist covers valley
Mist covers ravine, mist covers valley
I can't see anything beyond mist
Only a green oak
There is a spring near to oak roots
A girl took water from the spring
She drowned her golden bucket in it
She had made a kazak fall in love with her
And if somebody get my bucket out
I will marry him
The kazak in love said
The kazak in love said
I'll get your bucket out
I'll get your bucket out
And you'll marry me
And you'll marry me