Текст песни Николай Гнатюк - Ах, мое ти село

As I prysnyatsya knotweed,
The quiet river and fog
Hence, the need of the soul,
Hence, the need of the soul
Treatment of wounds.
Hence, the need of the soul,
Hence, the need of the soul
Treatment of wounds.

Chorus:
Oh, you my village -
The smell of mint and arable land,
You - my cradle
In anxious land.
Oh, my village you!
Oh, great relatives!
You - my source
By the last day.

Only here only childhood years
Turn back,
Although my parents are,
Although my parents are
Zabilily, garden.
Although my parents are,
Although my parents are
Zabilily, garden.

Chorus. (2)

As I prysnyatsya knotweed,
The quiet river and fog
Hence, the need of the soul,
Hence, the need of the soul
Treatment of wounds ...