Королевна [Korolevna] [English translation]

I sang about gods, and sang about heroes, about clashing of swords, and bloody battles;

While the falcon was with me, his call took the place of my prayers.

Already a year has passed, since he flew away - a snowstorm carried him away,

The blizzard, which arrived from afar, stole my dear friend.

I haven't been myself since that time, crying, crying are the seagulls in the sky;

Within the mist my sight can only see the gentian eyes;

Oh, if only I could see with a falcon's eyes, and soar into the air on his wings,

In that foreign falcon country, not in my dreams, but somewhere nearby:

Become my soul, bird, give me wind into my wings,

Every night I dream of flying - cold fjords, miles and miles;

Silk are your sleeves, oh princess, with white heather embroidered are the mountains,

I know that I've never been there, and had I been, then for my sorrow;

I want to recall what happened not to You and not to me,

I swirl around like a fallen leaf, no peace for my soul;

You pay for the song with a full moon, as others pay with the sound of coins;

In a far away country, covered in snow, You are more beautiful than spring and more intoxicating than summer:

Wake up, princess, put on Your plumage,

We will fly into rain - the thin ice of Your wrists;

Your sleeve is made from silk, princess, bright gold woven through Your feathers;

I laugh and fly off up into the sky, I myself don't believe in me:

Come to me a little closer, let me touch Your plumage,

Every night I see those mountaints, every morning I lose sight;

Your sleeve is made from silk, princess, a full moon woven through the sky,

Lift me away, northern wind, to the land where there is pain and nothingness;

How painful to know, that all happened not to You, not to me,

Time hasn't stopped, to glance through fretwork;

About You, my delight, I have dreamed every night, but You put on a sorrow cloak,

I, certainly, will yet sing a farewell song, but leave Your house withe the first ray of sunrise.

Your dreams wander somewhere, princess;

Is it far to the spring of ancient grasslands?

All that's left is to repeat a few words, so insufficient -

Wake up, queen, put on Your plumage,

Wouldn't I know that all that happened not You and not to me,

Your grace wounds my heart, like an arrow from a bow string;

You pay for the song with a moon, as others pay with a coin;

I would give everything to be with you but maybe you are not in this world...

You pay for the song with a moon, like others with coins,

I would give everything to be with you but maybe you are not in this world...

Princess...

• Artist:Melnitsa