Воин Вереска [Voin Vereska] [English translation]

A swamp shroud in mist,

A wolf howl covers the tracks.

I'd think I'm drunk -

But I only drank of cold water

From a jug which you brought me,

Seeing me off,

To the road from which I'll never return,

Wait or not, I'll never return...

And there's no closing the ring of hoary hills,

And the path is narrow over the blade of the rain,

Do not search - you won't uncover the tracks,

Which the Warrior of Heather left in his wake.

Like a wounded beast,

I'll soundlessly walk over the string.

Believe me, I'm not worthy

Of your shedding tears over me,

Of your trailing the tracks

Of my blood in the dark ,over foxberries in the moss,

To the gates beyond which are coldness and murk,

You know not, only coldness and murk...

And there's no closing the ring of hoary hills,

And the path is narrow over the blade of the rain,

Do not search - you won't uncover the tracks,

Which the Warrior of Heather left in his wake.

One day you'll breathe in

The tart incense of October moon,

The knife will shift in the heart,

The pain will arise from the depth,

Do you wait for an embodied bane,

For the spirit of dusky steel,

To let me drink full of that water again,

Of that heady crystal water?

And there's no closing the ring of hoary hills,

And the path is narrow over the blade of the rain,

Do not search - you won't uncover the tracks,

Which the Warrior of Heather left in his wake.

Do not search - you won't uncover the tracks,

Which the Warrior of Heather left in his wake.

• Artist:Melnitsa
• Album:Doroga Sna (Дорога Сна)