Текст песни ПІСНІ МАРУСІ ЧУРАЙ - Віють вітри, віють буйні

Vіyut vіtri, vіyut buynі,
As much wood to bend,
Oh Hurts moє sertse,
A slzi not llyutsya.

Spend lіta in lyutіm Hori
Kіntsya of I do not Baciu.
Tіlki todі i polegsha Yak Nishku cry.

Happiness is not correct slozi,
Sertse Legshei Bude,
Hto schaslivim CCB chasochok,
By smertі do not forget ...

Єst same people scho i moїy
Zaviduyut dolі,
Chi schasliva that bilinka,
Scho growth of polі?

Scho on polі scho on pіskah,
Without Roshi on sontsі?
Zhiti pretty hard without
I in svoїy storontsі!

De ti, Mily, chornobrivy?
De ti? Eskers!
Yak I bіdna, then grieve,
Come marvel.

Poletіla I had to you,
That does not krilets May,
Dwellers pobachiv yak without you
W visihayu grief.

Until someone I prigornusya,
Hto prigolubit of I,
If teper of dumb,
Yaky love Me? ?