Текст песни Тарас Житинський - Ой, у полі три криниченьки

Oh the box three krynychen'ky,
Loved Cossack three divchynonky:
Chornyavuyu and bilyavuyu,
Third ore and pohanuyu.

"What dark soul of love
By zalytsyayusya blonde,
And of ore prepohanoyu,
Go apparently rozproschayusya. "

"Did I tell you and do not say,
As were in the parlor:
No gall, no gall and in the Crimea on salt
For catch the young. "

"I loved you girl
I will love and young,
And I will wait at least seven years,
While widowing thyself. "

Are the same tiyi and gardens in bloom,
That spring developing
Are the same tiyi and get married,
What lyublyatsya and making love?

Half of the gardens in bloom,
Half a developing -
One pair and crowned,
And Another parts.