Текст песни Дзвін - Доленька

Wherever he was, in which region -
I have my little one.
Nightingale nurtured for her
In a young grove.
Dole, my little one,
Saddle me a horse,
I'll go to my sweetheart
Across the mountains at random. | (2)

Black mustache curl,
Strong wind tamed,
Through the mountains, through the fates
I will fly like a free bird.
Dole, my little one,
Saddle me a horse,
I'll go to my sweetheart
Without a road at random. | (2)

Wherever he was, in which region -
I have my own star.
Nightingale nurtured for her
In a young grove.
Dole, my little one,
Saddle me a horse,
I'll go to my sweetheart
Across the mountains at random. | (2)

Dole, my little one,
Saddle me a horse,
I'll go to my sweetheart
Across the mountains at random. | (2)

Through the mountains at random (2)