Ой да лес, да чисто поле Вот и ты златая рожь! Я стою один на взгорье И не вижу здесь оков!
Ой да даль дремучих лесов Пелена туманов ввысь! Сброшу времени завесу И умчусь из под небес! Oh yes the forest, but the open field Here you A gilded rye! I stand alone on the hill And I do not see the shackles!
Oh yes distance dense forests Shroud of fog up! I reset the veil of time And umchus from under heaven!
I umchus in distant lands In our young Ros To walk in the broad fields According to rumor and churchyard.
I will sing and make merry, Young love and wait As the day Kupala Then relish a walk.