Вороны [Vorony] [English translation]

In the sky there are ravens, and below the sky are monks,

I'm between them in a traditional embroidered shirt,

I lie in the open, bright and pretty,

The sun older, and the wind younger.

They buried me in a grand church,

I was a bride, a fair lady,

My soul stood by and sang,

But the people looked at my body in disbelief.

Fate and prayer changed places,

My beloved stood silent and made the sign of the cross,

His face barely lit by the light,

I forgave him - I forgave him for everything.

The spring, trembling from the sorrowful ringing of bells,

Shed three droplets on the face of the icon,

That peacefully rested between my arms,

And I kissed a happy flame.

The light burned out and the thurible fell,

The ground, groaning, transformed into a tomb,

I rushed to the sky like a delicate bird,

I'm free now - I'm a White Bird.

Soaring in farewell, smiling over my family,

I'm laughing, I can't understand their grief,

We'll meet again soon, but we will be different,

There is an eternal purpose, the flock calls to me.