Текст песни Оксана Білозір - Під облачком

Under the cloud the sycamore is inclined,
On it sits a bird pardoned,
Hear, my dear, how that bird sings,
But love is not good.

My dear, you, one temptation,
I loved her not a year, not two.
Did she give me a drink?
I can't live without her, darling.

Mi fortune teller has long been divining,
The black-bearded girl won't fool,
I will not see the world behind him,
Although my young summers will pass.

Is that love given by God?
Can the lem whisper to the devil?
Even if you don't want to, you have to love.
Even though I didn't want to, I had to be patient about it.

Under the cloud the sycamore turns green.
Look, darling, how that wind blows.
Can uproot it,
My dear, that will be with us.