(Curtain)
(Room of the mansion in Yaroslavny. Jaroslavna one.)
Yaroslavna - Not enough time has passed since then,
Igor, my Lado, with his son Vladimir
And with our brother Vsevolod on Polovtsian led his squad
I do not know what to think of me Seems it's time to
Be messengers from the prince to me.
And even if someone from there, by chance, about Igor brought me the news.
Oh, my heart is unkind news: aches, sore and aching zealous.
Longing gnaws me, I do not see to good!
Oh, where are you, where are you, old time, when my Lado was with me.
Took time to those days of red!
One, in anguish every day in the morning, one in tears, I do not sleep at night.
And I eagerly wait for my friend, and I eagerly waiting for news from him:
He does not go, and does not send news I wait long, long time.
And dreams are ominous calm muddy to me at night.
I often dream of Lado mine, as if he were with me again.
Beckoning hand, calling to each other.
And the farther, farther away from me going, and I was alone again.
I would be scared and sad ...
I wake up.
River and tears pouring, and I can not appease them.
There was a time I did not know sorrow, my Lado was then with me:
Took time to those days of red.
At the heart of darkness in the soul longing, I pay days, I cry at night.
One, only one thought I had one, one concern at heart:
He does not go, does not send messengers, as time has passed so many, many ...
Soon the only weapon to the gate for me, my dear, I'll wait for him?
Where is he, where he is the prince of my Lado?
(Covers her face with her hands and thinks.)
