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Summer came one more time
And the shortest night has fallen.
In the dark the moon flares
Silver from a dusk, so solemn.
In the wood the youth lights bonfires
Twirling in a pagan dance,
Magic wakes up on this night,
Night of ancient mystic feast.

A fire has a great power,
Just like a water on that night.

Evil spirits,
Dark and lost souls,
Tonight play
Their main roles.

Разыдись темно,
Разгорись добро,
Яри ясное
Солнце красное.
Стани-стань доли,
Яко род вели.
Стани-стань доли,
С неба до земли.

There are maidens on the river
Weaving wreaths of fragrant herbs
Water surface, like a mirror,
Will be troubled and disturbed.
Through the bosom of the waters
Wreaths are going with the flow.
Wreath of love or wreath of sadness,
Health or illness, friend or foe?


In the mean time the guys go
In the thicket of the wood.
Once a year, at this feast
The fern blooms at midnight's gloom.
To those who will find its flower,
All the wishes will come true.
It protects from harm and evil
And gives wealth and luck to you.

In the cleansing fire
All fear of darkness will burn down
And the Yarilo doll is also
In a blaze, without its crown.
When the night is over
And the morning comes,
All the evil forces draw back
To the graves of dead ones.

Во ночи еси чудесной
Купы многи составлятись
Под куполищем небесным
Благо рода совершатись.
Повели почать купанье
Здраву чисту за старанье
Славься сам Купалец
Великой удалец. Гой!

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