Bride of the Runner

Ay, it's not dust that spreads along the forest road.
Ay, don't go and don't touch troubles, girl.
Do not wake up witchcraft
Turn away, don't look -
A snake and a snake marry.

Dashing did not know, did not hide her eyes from trouble.
To be you, girl, ours, is to blame!
There is a gloom over the clearing -
There the king is waiting for the serpent
For him you are betrothed.

Hold me down
Lay me on a silk bed.
You caress me
Don't let me go for water alone
Don't let me go for water alone ...

I won't be able to find the snake potion,
I will not dare to raise gold eyes on you.
Scales tan -
I'm in the autumn smoke
Follow the snakes.

I can hear the runner's voice like dust under the canopy ...
Eyes full of hunger - gold in half a face ...
He calls me down:
"Dear, come down,
I will hug in thirty-three rings! "

Hold me down
Lay me on a silk bed.
You caress me
Don't let me go for water alone
Don't let me go for water alone ...

Mill, "Bride of the Runner"