Текст песни Анатоль Ярмоленко - Ходит по полю девчонка

To sunset path far,
I walked up and down
Everything I was looking for one that is in the field
Knows each stalk.
Vernal sun sprinkled,
Germinate in the linen,
Girl walks on the field -
The one whose spit I'm in love.

That girl fidget,
Golden eyes
About which over the river
With the wind whispering vine.
Blue morning surprised
Blossoms in the flax
Girl walks on the field -
The one whose spit I'm in love.

In full view of the surrounding villages
I'm all in one trail svёl
And I sincerely wish,
To quickly zatsvёl linen.
Bright sun opalёn
Keep up in the linen
Girl walks on the field -
The one whose spit I'm in love.

Pour, pouring vote
Linen failed to fame:
Fibrous, silky
Like a maiden spit.
Hear the full goblets ringing?
Bottoms up for long flax!
For a girl-sgovorёnku -
Tu, whose spit I'm in love.