Скетчбук Элазара - Коляда
текст песни

Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, the cold is blowing
Oh, the cold is blowing
Oh, the cold is blowing
Oh, the cold is blowing
A snow shroud covered the fields,
Svetovita bled
The night is long, the earth is dark,
Waiting for a new day
Frost puts silver on the branches,
The old god is about to retire
But in the dead of midnight, through the ice,
Other fiery flesh will flare up!
Twelve faces of winter,
Twelve laps at Kolovrat!
Magi, you will bow down to the hills,
May Kolyada be reborn again!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, how cold it is!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Kolyada will be reborn!
We tear branches from the Tree of the World,
The trunk has grown up into the sky
The tip is like a lyre,
Where the sound of prose is born
The lower branches are like hands,
Hold the flesh of earthly burdens
Upper – for spirit, sound
A coniferous passage enters the hut!
We dress up in the faces of animals,
In the masks of old ancestors
To weave a ring of legends,
Through centuries of centuries
Twelve faces of winter,
Twelve laps at Kolovrat!
Magi, you will bow down to the hills,
May Kolyada be reborn again!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, how cold it is!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Kolyada will be reborn!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, how cold it is!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Kolyada will be reborn!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, how cold it is!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Kolyada will be reborn!
Burn, burn, living fire,
Cleanse us from the cold!
We are guessing about fate
Calling souls from the sunset
In the bowl is the shadow of the days to come,
Secrets are carved in wax
On this night, on the verge of days,
All wounds are opening!
Twelve faces of winter,
Twelve laps at Kolovrat!
Magi, you will bow down to the hills,
May Kolyada be reborn again!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Oh, how cold it is!
Oh, winter is creeping in
Kolyada will be reborn