Black raven, black raven,
Why do you fly in circles over me?
You don't get prey,
Black raven, I'm not yours!
Why do you spread your claws
Over my head?
Maybe you search for prey…
Black raven, I'm not yours!
I bandage my mortal wound
With the kerchief, given to me by my fiancee,
And then I'll start talking to you
Only about one thing:
Fly to my land,
Tell my mum,
Tell my dear mum
That I have fallen for the Motherland.
Bring this bloody kerchief back
To my dear fiancee!
Tell her she is free,
Because I've got married to another*.
I have found a quiet fiancee*
In an enormous field, under a bush.
It was my sharp sword
That has made me find her.
A hot arrow has made us get married
During the fatal battle.
I see my death is coming…
Black raven, I'm all yours!
translated by Natalia Chernega
* allegory that means: I'm dead, I have found quiet death.