Травушка [Travushka] [English translation]

Dear grass will tell me what's to happen,

It'll sing me the night song...

It'll settle on my lashes as dawn dew,

It'll unweave my tight braid.

The sun will rise in fire,

It'll call me far away,

But I cannot rise,

I cannot fly towards it...

So many times I've seen fire and ashes,

So many nights I knew no sleep,

So many times my heart has been wrong, yet it's still searching -

And it hasn't learned of it's fate.

Is it too soon or too late

To find a different path,

To return from a foreign land

To my own...

Take me with you, quail,

Lead me deep into the forest.

I'll become an inconspicuous grey bird, no more than that,

I will melt the ice of anguish.

River, my sister

Will accept me and shelter me under her waves,

She will be kind to me,

She will forever separate me from trouble.