Ласточка [Lastochka] [English translation]

Swallow, don't sit down on the gate —

You will break your black wings,

There are shrap stakes on my gate —

I know that myself...

Darling, don't fly before my window,

Don't tease me, it hurts already as it is

I'd fly away with you like a little bird

I'd fly free...

Swallow, look, there are bonfires in the field!

Aren't those herbs burning for me?

Aren't those bells ringing for me

So disruptively?

You know, my darling, my heart is sore...

There are people standing behind my gate.

Someone is coming in the wedding harness,

But not the one I love!

I will go with you - from the yard to the field.

Across the field to the mountains and the sea.

I will soar over water, like a black sister

for you.

I'll sing like you in a clear voice

My tail will be just like yours — forked, thin

Take me away with you,

Black and alive.