Перевод: Михаил Морозов
I go to the village, just to get closer to land.
I discover the features of grasses and plants.
I'll throw a fragrant thyme into the fire.
Smoke rises upwards. It means that I'm right.
And I will find the root of angelica. Cheer me up.
Branches of birch. Scare demons away.
Should it become too dark for me to keep reading to you
I open the door. The night's out there!
Who tries to talk to me?
Who tries to talk to me, here?
Joyful life to the seekers
Courage to those who sleep
Another thirteen days towards the full moon.
I thought that it was a dream.
Well, greeting you, dreams.
I think I know why you have come to me.
So, I go to the village, just to get closer to land. . .
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