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.
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