Текст песни Павло Тичина - Липа

You know how the linden rustles
On moonlit spring nights?
Beloved sleeps, beloved sleeps,
Go wake up, kiss her eyes.
Beloved sleeps…
You've heard: so the linden rustles.

Do you know how old groves sleep?
They see everything through the fog.
Here is the moon, stars, nightingales…
I'm yours - grandparents hear somewhere.
And nightingales!
But you already know how groves sleep!

You know how the linden rustles
Spring night by the moon?
Native sleeps, native sleeps,
Go, be, kiss in your sleep.
Native sleeps…
So you heard: so the linden rustles.

Do you know how old groves doze off in the distance?
They see everything through the fog.
There is a moon, stars, nightingales…
"I'm yours" is barely audible to idols.
And nightingales!…
Yes, you know how the groves are dormant in the distance!

P. Tychyna