Королевская охота [Korolevskaya ohota] [English translation]

When the sky of northern countries gets slightly warmer on the brink of spring

And the nights are chasing black horses east of the sun and west of the moon

When rivers sigh in the captivity of their shores

And sky is smashed into fragments on the rocks of river rapids

And dark curls or wooded hills

Twist above the endless road

My brother, west wind, king of clouds

The clover smells of honey in your dew laden meadows

But the eyes of restless hungry gods

Are green with trouble and alarm

This morning the light step of dark-maned grey horses will awaken the sand on the shore

Ah, fast are the dogs that have a crescent moon on their chests, a sign of pure blood

Both the branchy oak and the gloomy yew

Will bend their heads before the royal hunt

Fanned by the mottled wings of birds

In this race, which is almost like flight

But look, the trees are wearing ornamented helmets

And the rigid walls of heather are closing in

And horses start snorting, sensing treachery

Or is it just the smell of swamp?

Here we lived, long as we were able

The children of the old earth have forgotten nothing

Oh kings, how have the maidens of our hills

Served goblets of honey to you!

But you know, the hounds have picked up my scent

Your grey hounds have picked up my scent

Royal hounds have picked up my scent

And I can know no sleep and no rest

And until the world shatters into fragments of days

Under the hooves of grey horses

Until the very end, following the pack of will-o'-wisps

You will be chasing me.

Ah, your hounds have picked up my scent

Dark-eyed hounds have picked up my scent

Royal hounds have picked up my scent

And I can know no sleep and no rest

Your hounds have picked up my scent...

• Artist:Melnitsa
• Album:Хелависа. Леопард в городе (2009)