Dark night, can not sleep,
I go to the river on the meadow.
Zaynasala lightning
In foam jets belt.

On the hill is a birch-candle
In the moon feathers of silver.
Come out, my heart,
Play guslar songs!

I will love to look
On girlish beauty,
And I will go dancing to the harp,
So tear off your veil.

In the terem dark, in the forest is green,
On silk kupyri,
I'll take you under the slopes
Up to the poppy dawn