Текст песни УКР.ПІСНЯ - Ігор Богдан - ЗАКУВАЛА ЗОЗУЛЕНЬКА

Cranked up
On the stoop on the corner.
Cried little girl
The father is on the threshold. | (2)

I go ravine to the well -
Rocker bend:
"Why me, my dad, |
No one will send? "| (2)

"God forbid, daughter, she won't want
And the poor dare not.
Let your blonde hair |
The leaves are green. | (2)

Let your blond
Floral, fading,
A girl's heart |
Out of anguish does not faint. | (2)

Kozachenko is black-shaven
Will she love,
Images of father and mother
May it be a blessing. | (2)