Night Of Ivan Kupala

Summer came one more time
And the shortest night has fallen
In the dark the moon flares
Silver from a dusk, so solemn
In the wood the youth lights bonfires
Twirling in a pagan dance
Magic wakes up on this night
Night of ancient mystic feast.

A fire has a great power
Just like a water on that night.

Evil spirits
Dark and lost souls
Tonight play
Their main roles.

Разыдись темно
Разгорись добро
Яри ясное
Солнце красное
Стани-стань доли
Яко род вели
Стани-стань доли
С неба до земли.

There are maidens on the river
Weaving wreaths of fragrant herbs
Water surface, like a mirror
Will be troubled and disturbed
Through the bosom of the waters
Wreaths are going with the flow
Wreath of love or wreath of sadness
Health or illness, friend or foe?

In the mean time the guys go
In the thicket of the wood
Once a year, at this feast
The fern blooms at midnight's gloom
To those who will find its flower
All the wishes will come true
It protects from harm and evil
And gives wealth and luck to you.

In the cleansing fire
All fear of darkness will burn down
And the Yarilo doll is also
In a blaze, without its crown
When the night is over
And the morning comes
All the evil forces draw back
To the graves of dead ones.

Во ночи еси чудесной
Купы многи составлятись
Под куполищем небесным
Благо рода совершатись
Повели почать купанье
Здраву чисту за старанье
Славься сам Купалец
Великой удалец. Гой!