Having lost in red sun,
The eyes’ sight was percolated by the fire,
And Yarilo with its powerful heat
Order me to turn away.

At my native land
The summer has been going out threshold.
And creeps by green carpets softly
Under my feet.

The pines spin round in the round dance
Above me like the dives,
And prop up firmament
By its’ hairy branches.

The grass’s smell drugged me strongly
By it’s invisible wall.
The forests lead me into the path towards the stream
Among the red berries…

Under ancient overgrowned stone
Spring, the ground’s tear streams,
Having appeared to find its road,
To be the native’s power essence.

So, I am in front of you
My mother, my damped land,
Just fill my soul
Fully by your strength.