Текст песни Древо - дочка-пташка

Oh long long time
my friend in Bula
Vzhe melting th dorіzhka
overgrown with thorns.

Oh is not it over with thorns,
Shipshina yak,
De mi resembled
іz matіnkoyu.

I skhochu, skhochu
Teren visіchu,
Barbed th Shipshina
Chorus vilomnyu.

Barbed Shipshina
Chorus vilomnyu
Until svoєї Nenko
in gostі polynomial.

Priletіla fell
matіnki in the garden,
On tіy orіshinі,
Well scho th on the edge of the garden.

Viyshla-viyshla Nenko
early water taking,
Nor has the second Vod,
she won the first slozok.

Nevіstochki-daughter,
time for you to wake up,
Schos in our garden
for the bird is the second kuє.

Oh and you're not bird,
then your daughter,
Without dolі like,
Happiness without zrosla.