Текст песни Інкунабула - Народна

Folk

I'm not a Hutsul, so I won't play kolomyyki
I want to sing about our land to all of you
About the wonderful Ukraine, where we were born,
May the love for your mother be renewed in your heart!

A small river flows from the cherry orchard
And I love my darling very much from behind!
A bag was rolling down the hill, and there were crayfish in that bag
Oh, who will hold me young to the heart?

Here we are, well-legged leggings playing and singing
Everything to make you remember forever:
The former glory, strength and will will return to us,
Fate will smile on us, young brothers!