Я тебя найду [Ya tebya naydu] [English translation]

Braiding locks as black as raven feathers

The maiden always collecting the harvest

But the damsel has no one to share it with

With joy and bitter grief, she has no one to love

For her to be lonesome, fate dictated

But a mere shadow of coveted love disturbs her sleep at night

She goes out to the people, gently holds out her hands

And in response receives spit on a platter, as none will give her a glance

She ambles down the barren streets

Then drinks a glass of wine in her gilded halls

Is it her fault that life is full of full of deception:

Good luck, Angel, for poverty is Satan

The poor dear is suffering, but whose concern is it?

She would die with courage if she had a body

The poor dear is suffering, but whose concern is it?

Her tears merely glistened, and she kept singing:

I'd like a sip, a handful of love, even on the side

I'll stretch out my hand in a horrid night of judgment

I'll put an end to it, hide away if I can

I won't delay an hour more, I will find you

Once, among the crowd, I was in a hurry to meet her

A small boy, a white swan among doves

People are wounded by words like swords

Among muddy puddles he was clear like a river

The poor dear is suffering, but whose concern is it?

She would die with courage if she had a body

The poor dear is suffering, but whose concern is it?

Her tears merely glistened, and she sang:

I'd like a sip, a handful of love, even on the side

I'll stretch out my hand in a horrid night of judgment

I'll put an end to it, hide away if I can

I won't delay an hour more, I will find you

Oh how she runs to him

Without feelings of guilt or sheepishness

In his arms, oh, how warm

Her face shines with a smile

Oh, how pure the love burns

And the young fellow flows with scarlet blood

The dry earth crumbles under them

Her name, her majesty Death

• Artist:Green Apelsin