Lyrical (Лирическая)

 

Video of English translation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isVLUlgeSqA

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The paws of firs tremble from their own weight

Here, restless birds chirp in alarm

Enchanted the woods are that you habitate,

From which one can never depart.

 

Let the bird cherries dry like linens in the wind

Let the lilacs seep droplets of rain

They won’t stop me from leaving and taking you with,

To a castle where the reed pipes play.

 

Your world has been hidden for thousands of years

By wizards from me and from light.

You’ve come to believe nothing better exists

Than this forest of charm and delight.

 

In the morning, the leaves won’t be covered in dew

And the moon quarrels with the dark sky

Let it be, I’ll still come there, I’ll come and take you

To a cottage down by the seaside.

 

The hour will come, the weekend or weekday,

When you will walk out to me, cautious.

That day, in my arms, I will take you away

To where no one will ever find us.

 

I will steal you if robbery suits your soul best

Not in vain, all my strength I’ve forsaken.

So agree to a heaven within a small tent

If the castle and cottage are taken.

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