Текст песни Ліна Костенко - І засміялась провесінь...

I laughed Provesin : - It's time ! -
on the Black Way, the large meadow -
look , my great-grandfather and great-great , great-great -
go all the time , like the plow.

For lanom Lan , the lanom and Lan Lan ,
on the Black Way, the large meadow,
they are already in a fog - like mist -
There are all the time how to plow.

What is difficult in eternity pace ! -
on the Black Way, the large meadow .
Such arbitrary , free , young -
I really have a go as the plow ?!

And that star ? What will sow lan ?
For the Black Way, the large meadow .
Did I in fog - like mist -
I am leaving on time as the plow ? ..