Far beyond the deep blue ocean There is an isle, called Buyan. There a white stone Alatyr stands It rests against the sky. On this stone there is a bright room No one has been there before. Mokosh lives there with two sisters, They pull and twist an endless tow.
Mother Mokosh, you spin your threads. Mother Mokosh, decide the fates. From the heart and to the soul Goes the way under your control. Mother Mokosh, you spin your threads. Mother Mokosh, decide the fates. Human feelings, finished acts Blended in the motif on your canvas.
You know the roads of all destinies As you weave a life, everything will be like this.
One sister is called Dolya, She has cute face and clear eyes. She spins a smooth and golden thread, and so Gives successful fate as a prize. Another one is Nedolya, She is a crone with a bad glance. She spins a curved and fragile thread for Someone’s fate without a grace.
O-oh Mother Mokosh, we appeal to you Share your wisdom, reveal the truth.
Weave a pattern of fate Colorful, unique and straight.
O-oh please, keep the family, let it be strong And our ways will never be wrong.
And all who are dear to me, Let them be close to me. …with me …next to me
You give freedom to choose the life line And reward the brave ones. Those who chose the light path of the Truth Open the gates of Yav’.
And those who are sinful or betrayed Their wishes and dreams, Get great sorrow, so their afterlives Will be full of screams.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
