Текст песни Микола Кондратюк - Ясени

music by Alexander Bilash
words of Michael Tkach

Ash, Ash,
I see you outside the village near the road.
I see you in beauty,
when morning dew is sown.
You come to dreams
like my childhood barefoot,
You are dreaming,
my curly gums.

Ash, Ash,
your crowns rustle over me
And, like summer,
yellow leaves in the wind taking off.
The first snow is gray
I brought anxiety on my temples.
The first snow is gray
It fell on my temple, my gums.

Ash, Ash,
storks shouted behind the village.
And cold as ice
Left on the horizon.
Look for them in the spring
And to fly far, far away.
Look for them in the spring
And come back to you, Ash.

Ash, Ash,
I see you outside the village near the road.
I bow to your feet
How to get back from a long road.
You come to dreams
like my childhood barefoot,
You are dreaming,
My curly ash.

Ash, Ash,
You are dreaming…