Текст песни Соболевская Александра - Мої Карпати

And we spring crieth singing vowels,
And we Rozmai spring noise,
Bute clear source for magical valley
And give us the song of the highlands.
P and n and p in
Sing a song of their Carpathians,
Solar dulcimer, sing me play.
Silver Fountain let it ozvetsya,
The song of my land, the song of my heart.
2.
And we have to have a good song good time
What in the heart of the Carpathians and born
Vatra clear, in the flow of vowels,
In spruce forests on mountain winds.
P and n and p.
3.
We trembita song is clear and loud,
We always spring, although not melting the snow.
Will go to the dance, kolomyiky lead
Under the cheerful ringing dance party.
P and n and p.