Королевна (Мельница) / Queen (Melnitsa) - my version, 1st draft

Ok, here we go. The first draft.

1)

I sang about battles, wars, and pride,

I sang about glory and despair.

But while my falcon was by my side

It's cries rang to me like a prayer.

2)

But it flew away a year ago -

The pain of the heart that I have not known.
Was taken from me the dearest friend

By a magic wind of a far away land.

3)

The cold waves beat the tired shore

And dance, and dance the rays of sun

But I am only looking for

The eyes the shade of a gentian.

4)

If I could have the eyes of a falcon,

If I could only fly, like a falcon,

Toward the distant falcon land

To which it has gone from my hand.

5)

Make me faster than the light,

Turn into my soul, my bird,

Every night I dream of a flight,

The troubled skies over the fjords.

6)

Silk adorns your sleeves, my queen,

Sun adorns the hills with glow

In the land where I have never been,

Or if I have, then just to find my sorrow.

7)

I long to know all that was

Not for you and not for me.

Useless like a broken glass,

I flounce like a fallen leaf.

8)

Like others have paid for my song with gold,

You pay with coins of your full moon.

In the dreamy land of ancient colds

You are warmer than May, you are warmer than May, you are warmer than May, sweeter than June...

9)

Open your eyes, lovely queen,

Rise, awaken from your dream.

Let's fly into stormy skies,

Thunder rolls your shrieking cries.

10)

Silk adorns your sleeves, my queen,

Gold adorns your velvet feathers,

And I laugh in my dream

Where we soar and fall together.

11)

Come and step into my sight,

Young queen of the falconkind,

Your eyes I see every night,

And every morning I wake up blind.

12)

Silk adorns your sleeves, my queen,

Strands of moon adorn the rain,

Carry me away, northern wind,

To that land of dreams and pain

13)

It hurts to know all that was

Not for you and not for me.

Time has come, and time has passed,

But my heart cannot go free.

14)

My dreams of you are sweet like wine,

But the land of falcons is not my own,

And I will sing for you one more time

But I will leave, but I will leave, but I will leave at the break of dawn.

15)

Fragile are your frozen dreams, my queen,

When will spring bring forth ancient greens?

One last time for me to sing,

One last time to touch your wings..

Open your eyes, lovely queen,

Rise, awaken from your dream...

16)

Don't I know all that was

Not for you and not for me?

And cuts deep into my eyes

Shadow darker than the sea.

17)

Like others have paid for my song with gold,

You pay with full moon.

I'd follow you to the edge of the world,

But do you exist, except in my runes?

Like others have paid with gold,

You pay with full moon.

I'd follow you to the edge of the world,

But do you exist, but do you exist, but do you exist, except in my runes?

Волки, БИ-2 / Wolves, BI-2 - my version (revision 1)

1. The wolves are leaving for the skies,

2. The cold light's shining in their eyes, 

3. And to rely on a fortune is

4. No longer wise.

5. And every day a different test

6. They don't know pain, they don't know rest.

7. The other pack is ready for

8. The brazen guests...

Chorus:

9.  The souls cling to the day

10. To find our way

11. At any cost.

12. The light is growing thin

13. I feel with my skin -

14. We are all lost.

15. They don't see dreams, don't recall words,

16. They outgrew their own gods,

17. And growing worn are rugged blades

18.  Of their swords.

19. The shame and glory run in their blood,

20. Their death and love lay the mud,

21. But one cannot completely tame

22. A wild heart...

Chorus (twice)

The wolves are leaving....

The wolves are leaving...

The wolves are leaving... 

Королевна (Мельница) / Queen (Melnitsa)

I fell in love with this simple little tune, and the imagery in the song is just amazing (well, almost all of Melnitsa's songs are very rich in mysterious and charming images). The song is quite long. Like, really, really long. But I will try to work with it piece by piece.


Королевна (группа Мальница)

Я пел о богах, и пел о героях, о звоне клинков, и кровавых битвах; 
Покуда сокол мой был со мною, мне клекот его заменял молитвы. 
Но вот уже год, как он улетел - его унесла колдовская метель, 
Милого друга похитила вьюга, пришедшая из далеких земель. 
И сам не свой я с этих пор, и плачут, плачут в небе чайки; 
В тумане различит мой взор лишь очи цвета горечавки; 
Ах, видеть бы мне глазами сокола, и в воздух бы мне на крыльях сокола, 
В той чужой соколиной стране, да не во сне, а где-то около: 

Стань моей душою, птица, дай на время ветер в крылья, 
Каждую ночь полет мне снится - холодные фьорды, миля за милей; 
Шелком - твои рукава, королевна, белым вереском - вышиты горы, 
Знаю, что там никогда я не был, а если и был, то себе на горе; 
Если б вспомнить, что случилось не с тобой и не со мною, 
Я мечусь, как палый лист, и нет моей душе покоя; 
Ты платишь за песню полной луною, как иные платят звонкой монетой; 
В дальней стране, укрытой зимою, ты краше весны и пьянее лета: 

Просыпайся, королевна, надевай-ка оперенье, 
Полетим с тобой в ненастье - тонок лед твоих запястий; 
Шелком - твои рукава, королевна, златом-серебром - вышиты перья; 
Я смеюсь и взмываю в небо, я и сам в себя не верю: 

Подойди ко мне поближе, дай коснуться оперенья, 
Каждую ночь я горы вижу, каждое утро теряю зренье; 
Шелком - твои рукава, королевна, ясным месяцем - вышито небо, 
Унеси и меня, ветер северный, в те края, где боль и небыль; 
Как больно знать, что все случилось не с тобой и не со мною, 
Время не остановилось, чтоб в окно взглянуть резное; 
О тебе, моя радость, я мечтал ночами, но ты печали плащом одета, 
Я, конечно, еще спою на прощанье, но покину твой дом - с лучом рассвета. 

Где-то бродят твои сны, королевна; 
Далеко ли до весны в травах древних... 
Только повторять осталось - пара слов, какая малость - 
Просыпайся, королевна, надевай-ка оперенье... 

Мне ль не знать, что все случилось не с тобой и не со мною, 
Сердце ранит твоя милость, как стрела над тетивою; 
Ты платишь - за песню луною, как иные платят монетой, 
Я отдал бы все, чтобы быть с тобою, но, может, тебя и на свете нету... 
Ты платишь - за песню луною, как иные - монетой, 
Я отдал бы все, чтобы быть с тобою, но, может, тебя и на свете нету...

My "true to the text" translation

I sang about gods, I sang about heroes, about clanging metal and bloody battles,
But while my falcon was with me, it's cries were lovelier to me than a prayer.
But it has been a year since it flew away, a magic wind carried it away
The dearest friend was taken from me by the stormy wind that came from far-away lands.
And I have not been myself ever since, and the seagulls are crying, crying in the sky,
But in the fog my vision discerns only those eyes of the color of gentians.
Oh, if I could have the eyes of a falcon, oh, if I could soar like a falcon,
Toward that strange falcon land that is not just in my dreams, but somewhere near.

My bird, turn into my soul, send some wind into my wings for a short while -
Every night I dream of a flight, and of miles after miles of cold fjords.
Your sleeves are embroidered with silk, my queen, like the mountain sides are embroidered with heather,
I know I have never been there myself - or, if I have been there, then just to meet my sorrow.
If I could remember all that happened, but not to you and not to me....
And I flounce about, like a fallen leaf, and there is no peace in my soul.
You pay for my song with a full moon, like others pay with a golden coin,
In a far away land, sleeping under the snow, you are lovelier than Spring, you are lovelier than Spring, you are lovelier than Spring... and more intoxicating than Summer.

Wake up, my queen, put on your feathers,
Let's fly together into the storm - so fragile is the ice of your wrists.
Your sleeves are embroidered with silk, my queen, like your feathers are embroidered with pure gold.
And I laugh and sour into the sky - I cannot believe this myself.

Come just a little closer, allow me to touch your feathers....
Every night I see the mountains, and every night I wake up blind.
Your sleeves are embroidered with silk, my queen, like the sky is embroidered with moonlight.
Carry me away, northern winds, into that land of pain and dreams.
How painful it is to know, that all has happened not to you and not to me,
And that the time did not slow down to peak into the carved window.
It was you, my joy, whom I dreamed about every night, but you are clothed by sorrow,
And I, of course, will sing one last time, but I will leave your house with the break of dawn.

Wandering somewhere out there are your dreams, my queen,
How long before the spring filled with ancient greens?
And all that is left is to repeat just those few words - such few words -
Wake up, my queen, put on your feathers....

Would I be the one not to know, that all has happened not to me and not to you?
And your kindness cuts me deeper than an arrow from the bow,
You pay for my song with a full moon, like others pay with a golden coin,
And I would give up all to be with you, but maybe you do not exist at all....
You pay for my song with a full moon, like others pay with a golden coin,
And I would give up all to be with you, but maybe you do not exist at all....
My queen....