Текст песни РУТЕНІЯ - Чардаш

Czardas
(Wind breeze from Verkhovyna)
Words: Anatoly Dry
Music: Anatoly Dry
             
  Wind breeze from Verkhovyna
And to the neon hut,
Because maybe they won't kill tomorrow
For my sins.

And in the dungeon the damp walls,
I'm already happy homeland,
The black-and-black crow is croaking
On a fresh cross.

And in the mountains the boys are black
Drink for my health,
Already become soldiers in a number of riflemen,
Gay-gay.

You're my only darling,
Don't grieve, my dove,
A heavy bullet will not hit the heart
For my love.

How to lead not to flour
A crack will strike the soul;
Play me a chardash, old master,
Bo dies hutsul.