Once there came Yagoriy wet through

We were sowing millet

I will sow my sorrow in the field

I'll step out the gateway and see moss and swamp

Eagle is a bird of God (recorded on a Kupala field)

Once beyond the river?

Reap my reapers, my dear reapers

Oh grief, my bad grief

Axe, mitten (to a tongue)

Oh my dear father, I want to be married