Озеро в алмазах. Lake of Diamonds. Ein See aus Diamanten. Un lac en diamants. Un lago de diamantes. Um lago em diamantes - стр. 11

And sent the bride into a fairy tale.

They ordered a sumptuous banquet,

On a ship in the "Ocean".

The wedding is fancy, they sing beautifully

And the guests are celebrating richly.

But on the sea, suddenly the waves start to sing

It's as if the guests are singing

And then the storm comes, wave after wave after wave,

And the guests weren't afraid of tea.

The ship shook and the whole wedding party

That moment was on the brink

Who had to jump

  and swim to save themselves

And all began to flee from the ship.

Who sailed on the log that was carried off the ship,

Who was simply on the lap to save himself.

But all were scattered as they could,

And we'll never know their fates.

Only the bride, Annuta, was rescued.

A boy came to her rescue.

Annuta was brought to the shore,

And there, at the Magi's, the blacksmiths lived.

And the blacksmith's son, called Berkut,

On a boat on the sea was sailing.

When he saw the maiden, he changed his course,

To the shore, he quickly rushed ashore.

The maiden he rescued and led to the blacksmiths,

In that hut that he himself dwelt in.

For almost two weeks, Anyuta lived,

Not knowing, not remembering her life.

And how she was almost alive,

And how in the storm she was rescued by the sea.

The blacksmith fell in love with the young beauty,

And Anyuta liked him, too.

And love began to dance among the people.

And everyone, dreaming of marriage.

In love, it's nice to be

And they'd all be happy to be

But one day, at the blacksmith's house,

A party came to the blacksmith's house to get the goods.

Swords, they would have what was ordered,

By the sovereign himself.

And the sovereign of that island,

Lives in a community.

And rules over a faceless people.

With two sons, good fighters,

He prepares someone for the throne.

Whoever finds a bride first,

The one who gets the crown.

Two brave sons, but different in spirit,

One is fair, and the other is bolder.

And so they too came to the blacksmiths,

When they saw a maiden not of our blood.

The older son said:

–"Let's take her away,

A beauty for the support of our roots.

But Berkut was embarrassed, No, I will not give her away,

I'll never give my bride to anyone.

Then the eldest son ordered the fire to be set on fire,

That hut where the blacksmith lived.

The bride was tied up and thrown into a boat,

And Berkut was beaten by two soldiers.

The two sons came back to their father,

And the older one decided to get married.

He said: Here's the bride I brought you,

Get ready for the trial, sir.

Let the wedding be the most glamorous of all,

Let the people at the wedding rejoice