Текст песни Мандри - Перекотиполе

Cuckoo flew over the old hut,
Beginning cuckoo summer count
Mi sitting in merchant and thinking have
How many years yet the world I poblukayu

My old house, thatched roof
And there are seven in my world of joy
As it was hot flee to the woods
I walk among the trees in organ playing

Young guy everything Lubo
Medvyana vodka and girls lips
Will play the same music in the summer to drum-Rita
By the morning

Wandering ways Tartars Gypsies
Crazy quietly hum with stars
If the wings and have great power
Take off into the sky like God in Manor

But the world wander beaten paths
Speak quietly with bright stars
Behind zkryvavleni have wings
Location and taken me melting power?

Scattered in the sky silver stones
Sown seeds in the ground green
Persecuted oxen to the barn krutorohi
The wind goeth toward the steppe tumbleweed

Let the sky grows green seeds
Deep in the land of his roots
And with the silver for a horse Voronoho
Make me, blacksmiths, silver horseshoe

Oh tumbleweed rolling field
Oh tumbleweed rolling field ...