Текст песни Вайцюшкевіч Зьміцер - Прыйдзi, мой каханы

Shame on the apple tree in the white dress,
The girl is thirsty for love,
With an embarrassed smile the world surveys
And somewhere suddenly runs in despair.

And the ears do not hear, and the eyes do not see,
And the heart beats - so I want happiness,
Life suddenly became a continuous expectation,
And from his lips flies: "Come, my beloved!"

And who does not come at such a moment,
To give her a chance to wake up a woman,
He's just deaf, or blind, or poor,
Will die away from the main road.

And blessed is he who hears and comes,
Who is a girl eager to please.
Life begins… Believe me, people?
They will not grieve, they will not die.