Оборотень [Oboroten'] [English translation]

Come the eve, my wild young soul

Cannot stand the royal quarters,

Anguish worse than Сumans

Paces across the dirty floor.

Scalding smoke whirls above the aspen tree

Like a moldering banner;

I drown my animal ache

In a foamy brew.

Unripe moon rages into the windows

From under the eaves;

And it seems I hear a voice:

Drink, my darling, bottoms up!

Drink - maybe something will come of you,

You'll regain your worth,

Who was a wolfling will be a wolf,

Wind, blood, and silver.

Such is life - don't cross yourself -

To forge gold into claws,

Who was a kitten will be a lynx,

A velvet glove, an iron fist!

Don't come to me, my love,

Don't seek to distract me from ill fate -

Drunken night has fooled me,

I won't make it till the dawn;

I'll get up, go out and slam the door -

Silence is around the village -

Stars fall off like feathers

On the footprints of clawed paws.

Spicy smell of the darkness,

Bitter fount of the forest,

They called you a bear cub,

You grew up a savage beast.

Drink - maybe something will come of you,

You'll regain your worth,

Who was a wolfling will be a wolf,

Wind, blood, and silver...

• Artist:Melnitsa