Текст песни Алла Кудлай - Не журись

Chom so early in the valley sivy padaє fog?
 Chom Chervona gorobinu bilja stitches obіyma?
 Chom s Roshi bіlіyut herbs? That in Me Yea otvіt,
 Bo s mist, yak іz brother, more than a dozen lіt.

 Prispіv:
 Not zhuryus not tuzhu, do not be sad, do not cry,
 Podіlyus, Tell me, busting Items marked
 That way, scho long іz mists have zmovі,
 Od dushі - to dushі, od lyubovі - to lyubovі. (The whole verse - 2)

 On maned horses bіlih hloptsі past that in the fog,
 Schos in ostannomu znayome and od Perche moon.
 Of I such znayoma pіsnya i takі prostі words
 Scho moєmu insertions tіsno scho spіva my soul.

 Prispіv

 Prolyagla dorіzhenka that th through the village,
 Їhali Cossacks - Bulo fun ... (2 rows - 2)

 Prispіv (2)