Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Мается весна

Green foliage in the yard

Once again, spring comes in love,

Boys under the stack Fortified

Strings tear again, strings tear again.

But they are not drunk with wine.

What happened to the bullies,

It's cursed spring

They are calling for a walk, they are calling for a walk?

 

Toils, toils, toils, ma-ma-toils spring.

I like, like, like all girls to boys.

Toils, toils, toils, ma-ma-toils spring.

Again the girls-beauties disappear until dark.

 

The girls, though proud,

What are they, these strings with chords?

But put on fancy dresses

Forgetting about sleep and forget about sleep.

Spring toils and worries,

In the evening wandering the streets,

And looking like a pair of kissing

By the sound of the guitar, the sound of a guitar.