Текст песни Соломія Щур - Росте Антонич і росте трава...

Antonych grows and the grass grows,
and green curly alders,
Oh, bend over, just bend over,
you will hear the most secret of them. (2)

April rain, spring, do not worry!
Who is like a pitcher of glass, the blue sky,
who pours leaves - pieces of glass on you?
Do you want to catch rain in the sieve? (2)

Of all the strangest Gai language:
someone put bullets in the gun of the night,
on alders cuckoos split the moon,
Antonych grows and the grass grows. (2)

Antonych grows and the grass grows,
and green curly alders,
Oh, bend over, just bend over,
you will hear the most secret of them. (2)