Текст песни Костянтин Огневий, 1959 - На калинi мене мати колихала

In the viburnum my mother rocked me,
Happiness and fate in the clear field seemed.
Oh, red, don't bother, |
From the earth you gather strength and juice. | (2)

Those summers are long gone, echoed,
As my branch swung high.
Again the viburnum circle mill flourishes, |
My little son entertains. | (2)

Grow my little son, my falcon,
Happiness is forcing you home.
The way of the eagle has passed to you at dawn
And on the way, the flower viburnum goes. | (2)