Текст песни Чорна вишиванка - Волошки

Siwa woman goes on the road,
Along the way, hard life,
Washed the feet of the old tears,
She got used to his being.
She is tired - says - a little bit,
For trouble she eateth full.
Sells the evening cornflowers,
For left all alone.
Chorus:
Voloshky in life, the rain washed,
Their eyes are blue like the sky is blue.
Shout cornflowers in the hands of old:
Broke ground on Ukraine.
The old woman goes to the house
And keeping in old hands
Those withered in the evening cornflower
And tears in eyes blue
So quietly says:
"Forgive me flowers,
The one that your life is cut short
A single life on earth! "
Chorus (2)
The old woman goes home
And her her trouble,
Sells the evening cornflowers,
For left all alone ...