Текст песни І.Книжник - ЧОРНОМОРЕЦЬ

Chernomorets, mother, Chernomorets,
He took me barefoot to the frost.

He took me out barefoot and asked:
"Is there frost, girl, or not?"

"Oh no frost, just dew."
And I stood barefoot as a young man.

Oh, the wind began to blow wildly,
Oh, the Chernomorets began to persuade me.

She was stupid, mother, she listened,
I sat down with a blackberry, went.

I thought I would live, rule,
And now we have to grieve.

And now we have to grieve,
Reap rye on someone else's level.

On someone else's level rye stings,
She tied small sheaves.