Воин Вереска [Voin Vereska] [English translation]

A mist spread over the swamp, the wolves' howling is covering the tracks,

It would seem to me I was drunken but I only drank some icy water,

The icy water from a pitcher that you gave me, watching the road,

From which I will never return back, wait a while or not, I'll never return back.

And it is impossible to close the ring of grey hills,

And the path along the rain's blade is narrow,

And don't try to look for - you won't find the traces,

The traces the Heather Warrior left behind, while going away.

Like a wounded beast, I'll silently pass over the string,

I never worth the tears you'd cry over me,

I never worth your trailing my blood in darkness - like trailing the foxberries in moss.

Trailing up to gates, there are only darkness and cold behind them, - you don't know but there are darkness and cold.

And it is impossible to close the ring of grey hills,

And the path along the rain's blade is narrow,

And don't try to look for - you won't find the traces,

The traces the Heather Warrior left behind, while going away.

One day you will inhale the pungent incense of October moon,

The knife inside my heart will move a little, the pain will rise from within,

Aren't you waiting for the incarnation of misfortune, for spirit of dusky steel

Just for letting me drink the water, this

crystal dizzy water again?

But it is impossible to close the ring of grey hills,

And the path along the rain's blade is narrow,

And don't try to look for - you won't find the traces,

The traces the Heather Warrior left behind, while going away.

And don't try to look for - you won't find the traces in the frosty shadows,

The traces the Heather Warrior left behind, while going away.