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Ridna mother, my five nights not dospat,
Ti mene drove from the field edge of the village,
I in the road far ti mene on zori provazhala,
Vishivany towel on the I gave Happiness.
I in the road far ti mene on zori provazhala,
The I vishivany towel on Happiness, has given a share.

Hai nomu tsvіte rosyanista dorіzhka,
The I zelenі Luga solov'їnі gaї,
The I nezradliva your materinska laskavo usmіshka,
The I zasmuchenі ochі blakitnі tvoї.
The I nezradliva your materinska laskavo usmіshka,
The I zasmuchenі ochі, zhurlivі blakitnі tvoї.

I vіzmu that towel prostelyu nache share
In tishіm shelestі herbs schebetannі dіbrov,
On the I tіm rushnichkovі Relive all znayome to bolyu,
The I of Childhood, the first rozluka, i vіrna love.
On the I tіm rushnichkovі Relive all znayome to bolyu,
The I of Childhood, the first rozluka, your materinska love.