Текст песни Леонид Борткевич - Што за месяц, што за ясны

What a month, for a clear,
During the night shines as the day - no?
What a nice little druzhochak,
If you come, when - no.

All people, people say,
All people say:
"Shame, girl, shame, red,
Late in the evening to play. "

Devonki became ill,
I began to cry and sigh,
Hlapchynonku damage to the table,
I became the girl comfort.

Do not cry, girl, do not cry, red,
I will come to visit you,
Blood hot flare -
I take marriage for themselves.