Текст песни Этнографический ансамбль ст. Старопавловская - Ой,на горе калина стояла

Oh, on the mountain was a snowball,
Our lads began to change.
 
Our lads began to change,
Just do not have to change.
 
Just do not have to change,
What wines hode late to the lasses.
 
What wines hode late to the maiden,
A Cossack maiden loved.
 
A maiden loved Cossack,
Lozhila sleep on a soft feather bed.
 
Lozhila sleep on a soft feather bed,
Harboring a white blanket.
 
Harboring a white blanket,
Zatulyala seredne vikontse.
 
Zatulyala seredne vikontse,
So as not to thick Cossack sun.
 
Not to hell, no more light,
To Cossack not wake early.
 
Cossack got up, looked at vikontse,
Podnyalose five tinning sun.
 
Oh, maiden, what do you narobyla,
Sama got, I do not zbudila.
 
Oh, maiden, you're not like me,
Herself get up, but I do not budish.
 
Oh, kazachik, if not loved,
The first dawn I used you zbudila.