Ярило (Калевала) / Yarilo (Kalevala) - Draft 1

This song went easier, than I expected, and I think I was even able to retain 60% or so of the original verbiage.

Draft 1

Tell me, wind, I just want to know -

Who will go seek their own woe?

Wings above the land and sand - 

By a thousand, by a thousand.

Go and find your own shore.

Winds to your hair and calm to your head.

Only know stepping out of the door:

What you can't know you won't regret.

Yarilo sings to the wild hop vines

How I snuck out to him at times,

How I was kissing the fragrant clover.

What do I do with this unwelcome love?

How my feet find the way

To the wood old river dam,

Where my head wreath swam away

But got chewed by a sly old ram.

Tell me, wind, I just want to know -

Who will go seek their own woe?

Wings above the land and sand - 

By a thousand, by a thousand.

Go and find your own shore.

Winds to your hair and calm to your head.

Only know stepping out of the door:

What you can't know you won't regret.

And the midnight circle dance,

Fire-weed auroral trance,

Left the crumbled clover hearts -

Tore my own heart all apart.

Will you stand up for me, Yarilo?

Heart for a heart and eye for an eye.

All in vain why I ran through billows

Of the yarrow and green rye?

Tell me, wind, I just want to know -

Who will go seek their own woe?

Wings above the land and sand - 

By a thousand, by a thousand.

Go and find your own shore.

Winds to your hair and calm to your head.

Only know stepping out of the door:

What you can't know you won't regret.

Ярило (Калевала) / Yarilo (Kalevala)

One of my favorite songs by Kalevala.

Original text

Ягодам в поле поет Ярило
Как я тайком к нему ходила
Как целовала клевер скошенный...
Ой да моя любовь непрошенная!

Не спешат босые ноги
До широкой до плотины,
Где венок мой уплыл в дорогу
Да приплыл к чужаку-скотине...

Вольный вой говорит со мною
Кто пойдет за своей бедою...
Да кому лихого - крыльями...
Видимо-невидимо... видимо-невидимо...
Каждому с Богом - в свою дорогу
Ветра в спину да в голову стужу...
Только знай, уходя с порога, что никто никому не нужен...

Ой да в круг медвежий танец
Иван-чая лукавый румянец
Да топтали листья клевера -
Разорвали сердце верное!
Заступись за меня, Ярило!
Зуб за зуб, да око за око!...
Видно, зря я к нему ходила
По волнам травы высокой!...

Группа Крови (Цой) / Blood type (Tzoy) - Draft 1

Draft 1

Night is peaceful, but the streets
Are awaiting our steps.
On our boots the dust of the stars.
Sleepy old couch with nice cushined seats.
But our dreams are tangled webs -
Bits and pieces of unended wars.

Stamp of blood type on my sleeve,
My own serial number on my sleeve.
If you want to, then wish me good luck,
You can wish me
Not to stay down there in those leaves,
Not to stay down there in those leaves.
If you want to, then wish me...
If you want to....... then wish me......


I know what to do,
But I don't want to
Begin this fight anew.
I am so sick of plunging a knive in their scars.
I would like to stay here with you,
Simply stay here with you....
But I hear its calling again -
My far away star.

Stamp of blood type on my sleeve,
My own serial number on my sleeve.
If you want to, then wish me good luck,
You can wish me
Not to stay  down there in those leaves,
Not to stay down there in those leaves.
If you want to, then wish me...
If you want to....... then wish me......

Группа Крови (Цой) / Blood type (Tzoy)

I was going through an underground pass when I heard some street musicians playing this song on their guitar. It is one of my favorites from Tsoy.

Original song

Тёплое место, но улицы ждут
Отпечатков наших ног.
Звездная пыль на сапогах.
Мягкое кресло, клетчатый плед,
Не нажатый вовремя курок.
Солнечный день в ослепительных снах.

Группа крови на рукаве,
Мой порядковый номер на рукаве,
Пожелай мне удачи в бою, пожелай мне
Не остаться в этой траве,
Не остаться в этой траве.
Пожелай мне удачи, пожелай мне удачи.

Мне есть чем платить, но я не хочу
Победы любой ценой.
Я никому не хочу ставить ногу на грудь.
Я хотел бы остаться с тобой,
Просто остаться с тобой,
Но высокая в небе звезда зовёт меня в путь.

Группа крови на рукаве,
Мой порядковый номер на рукаве,
Пожелай мне удачи в бою, пожелай мне
Не остаться в этой траве,
Не остаться в этой траве.
Пожелай мне удачи, пожелай мне удачи !

Кукушкины Дети (Калевала) / Cuckoo's children (Kalevala)- Draft 1

Draft 1

Plenty have we walked around the wild side of the skies,
Plenty stars and tears from the accidental eyes.
Hey, sky! It is your sister here! Hey, sky!

Hey, do not sleep, little cuckoo's kids,
Tearing the traps into pieces and bits.
Hey, you know well
How we were left like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you,
Hey, you, goddamed children of this sly cuckoo.

Sunshine - the butterflies in the afternoon glow.
Thin line - the old woman planted the seeds of the snow.
Hey, sky! Please help your sister here! Hey, sky!

Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, you know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids -  the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo.

And some have fortune, some have fate -
Not over till it's over
And if we have to, we will fight
Here we come, early or late.
And if you cut us, we grow taller - 
Not against you, but in spite.

Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, we know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids -  the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo,
Poor little children of this sly cuckoo.

Кукушкины Дети (Калевала) / Cuckoo's Children (Kalevala)

Original text:

Cockoo's children

Волью полынья гуляла по небу синему,
Вдоволь искупалася росою с глаз нечаянных.
Ой, небо, жалей сестру свою!
Ой, небо!

Ох, не спят кукушкины дети,
В этих лапах разорваны сети.
Ай, вам ли не знать!
Как нас раскидали словно игрушки
Злой ребенок - бубенцы, погремушки
Ай, как хозяин не в своей избушке
Эх, вы!
Чертовы дети хитрой кукушки!

Грезы бабочка пела на вольном лугу,
Слезы бабка просеяла жито к долгому снегу.
Ой, небо, обнимай сестру свою!
Ой, небо!

Ох, да мы попались в сети
Ваших лап, кукушкины дети.
Ай, нам ли не знать!
Как нас разломали словно игрушки!
Злой ребенок - бубенцы, погремушки!
Ай, словно барин не в своей избушке!
Эх, вы!
Чертовы дети больной кукушки!

А кому - судьба, кому - доля,
Это мы еще посмотрим!
Эх, воевать, так воевать.
А собака брешит, ветер носит,
То ль от горя, то ль от злости,
Вот будет попусту брехать!

Просто мы попались в сети
Ваших лап, кукушкины дети!
Ай, нам ли не знать!
Как нас ломали словно игрушки!
Злой ребенок - бубенцы, погремушки!
Ай, словно барин не в своей избушке!
Эх, вы!
Чертовы дети хитрой кукушки!
Бедные дети больной кукушки!

Снежный дом (Калевала) . House out of snow (Kalevala) - draft 1

I am very unhappy with this version, but it is a start. I will keep working on it little by little.

Draft 1

I will build a house out of snow
At the quiet edge of forest trail,
And the storms will howl, twist, and blow,
Hiding me under a sleepy frozen veil.

In my home of bleak and scattered light
I would stay away from human sight,
So that no unwanted morning guest
Would stirr up the sorrows in my chest.

Gift from gods - the ocurage of a pine,
Never been an angel, never been a saint.
Not the first time, not the last time
I will clean all the tatters and the taint.

That's how I was taught and this is what I know,
Courage and ire, pride and fortitude...
If they burn my house out of wood,
I will build a house out of snow.

Only crows, the songbirds of your land,
Circle over my heart's ash and coals.
Look away those, who cannot stand
Next to them a naked human soul.

Let's them chat about what's below,
Hidden under winter's icy covers.
Once the greed burns down their towers,
They will come to build a house out of snow.

And in front of the birch, my murdered mother,
I am kneeling as if in front of a shrine.
And my grandfathers, and their grandfathers,
We remember how the sun falls into the Valley of Time.