Oh, Ivan, and also Kupala
The red maiden sought a potion
She sought a potion, braiding twigs
Oh, Ivan, and also Kupala
They let it float on the blue waves
Float, little wreath, upon the blue sea,
Tell, little wreath, where my dear friend is.
I look into the fire’s face
It is for my farewell
He who burned does not await peace
He who was consumed is righteous
Your body is on fire, in my eyes there are only sparks
Become before me—before the darkness
How your braids tempt me wildly
When you are bare of spirit with me
The Firebird took flight
Along the edge, across the fields
Yes, someone was given a choice
For us—only to burn, mom
Oh, I hold the flame in my heart
I will burn happiness despite the pain
I can entrust my hands to the winds
To free will, to free will
