KOLYADA has come
Before Christmas
My beautiful green vineyard!
The gentle snow has fallen
The sparkling white snow;
And along this gentle snow
Geese-swans fly -
Kolyada singers,
Young ones,
Young ones,
Pretty girls
Looking, searching
For Ivan's home,
And Ivan's home
Is not near, not far -
Not, near, not far -
On seven columns;
Around this house
A silver paling stands;
Around this paling
Is silken grass;
On each pale
Is a little pearl.
Inside this paling
Three towers stand,
Three towers stand
With golden cupolas.
In the first tower -
The moon shines,
In the second tower -
A lovely little sun,
In the third tower -
Little twinkling stars.
The moon shines -
Then the lord is at home,
A lovely little sun -
Then the hostess,
Little twinkling stars -
The little children.
But the lord himself
Is not at home,
Not at home,
It can't be:
To Moscow he went
To make judgment in court,
To make judgment in court,
To arrange his affairs.
He did some judging, did some arranging,
Then home he came;
To his wife he brings
A coat of marten, a cap of marten,
And to his sons
A fine steed each,
And to his daughters
A gold wreath each,
To his servants
A pair of boots each.
Oh, our Kolyada
Is not small, not large -
She doesn't climb through the door
But comes to our window:
Don't break, don't destroy it,
Give us a whole tart!
My beautiful green vineyard!
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