Текст песни НеДіля та Росава - Вий, мій ранок

Become reconcile - I leave the earth,
Nearby lie down, the state listening to the falling fire.
Condition of crops - corn leave me,
They hide in the palm of your hand and I take care of sprouts.

Chorus:
Tion, my morning wash wounds invent me.
Tion, my shot, pluck sharp teeth in the winter.
Tion, my morning wash wounds invent me.
Tion, my shot, pluck sharp teeth in the winter.

Willya up - leave the steps,
They will keep for a long time, until last thought.
Shall follow the edge of the world - the land remains,
Now in the border state to live and wait for the steps.

Chorus

The patient's condition - lie if the freeze - next lie down,
Sing this prayer, may Pigeon spring.
As of departure - leave the air
Pidlechu state and listening to the falling fire.