Сказка о Дьяволе [Skazka O Diavole] [English translation]

Once upon a time there was a Devil

He sailed across seas and oceans

And he never saw me

Nor heard anything about you

He stole the bright crescent moon from the sky

And set it onto the waves, like a boat

He comes with the night's tide

His oar is made of olive

You awaited me on the pier

Nights, you lay awake

He saw you, my dove

And the Devil forgot about eternity

The Devil took on my likeness

Not five differences could you find

He fell onto his knees before you

He kissed your cold hands

I left you, my dove

Promising to return soon

I have mistook the sky for the sea

I have sailed towards my misfortune

On no map could you find

The latitudes where I and my loyal crue were lost

Where to find the name of the wind

Which returns travellers back home?

I would've put up white sails

I would've come rushing home by dawn

I would untie the moon from the mooring

So it, too, could return home

Only, should I return, really?

Shoudl I really come alive?

If the Devil lives in my stead

And the Devil sings my songs to you?

• Artist:Melnitsa
• Album:Зов крови (2006)