Текст песни Дівки - Била мене мати березовим прутом

Bill Me Mother
With birch twigs,
I was Schobi
W young recruit.

And I was sobі,
Already zapіli smoke,
On dverі llyala water,
Schobi not skripіli.

On dverі llyala water,
I went on a finger,
Dwellers mother not pochula,
Schobi not cooked.

A mother had not slept,
Truncated clean closet
That mene not cooked -
Itself such Bula.

Bill Me Mother
Thin vine,
I was Schobi
W Verbier milim pid.

Bill Me Mother,
That second shte Buda Biti.
& Quot; Oh come on, kozache,
Up to Me walking! & Quot;

& Quot; I will not stop,
Pokey not dіstanu
Lichenka rum'yanogo,
Dіvochogo become & quot ;.

Chervona Kalyna
Bіlim tsvіtom tsvіla,
After you kozache,
Mene mother beat.