Текст песни Белая Глина, с. - Ой боры-боры

Oh, bory- forests

Oh, burs , drills , burs ,
Yes boyars rode across the field .

Yes boyars went on the field ,
Wes (s) if a loaf of spring .

No one loaf not spoznal ,
No summer is not spoznal .

Spoznala it , oh , Maria ,
Spoznavshi him, he sighed :

" You are my loaf , spring ,
Parting my big .

It separates me from the priest ,
Sche th with darling mother . "