Текст песни Чорна вишиванка - Луна Чорного Лісу

Black forest is a rebel squad
And everyone thought one guy,
As if returned to the fold, he
He calls vistuna black.
After much fighting, again heal wounds,
A young gray chubah.
Return to the home and sleep peacefully
Where the Black Forest Moon! Echo!..

Only sadness and pain in the eyes of the young,
Although the world abounds spring.
No girls' songs celebrate them
Shall meet the Black Forest echo.

In clearing oak crosses the deaf
Those brothers and sisters who took the war.
And in the thick leaves only the wind whistling,
Crying Moon Black Forest.
You breasts met the enemy fire,
Like the soul Ukraine alone.
Your heart with warmth maternal hands
Grieux Black Forest Moon! Echo!..

And to this day in age oaks,
Where they lead crust cut down,
Bleeding wounds as memory of them
In the mountain forests of the Black Moon.

And to this day their song rings,
As God stretched string,
It is not going down without fell silent for a moment,
He calls the Black Forest Moon!
It is not going down without fell silent for a moment,
He calls the Black Forest Moon!
He calls the Black Forest Moon!