Текст песни Веремій - Коломийка

The wind is blowing, the wind is violent, it is blowing over the mountain,
frost walks, frost wanders under your arms in the spring.

In the river of fish, in the field, chunks of rain are asked from the sky,
the dew is dew, the clouds are clouding the sky in millet color.

Anointed the ways of the rain with a soggy swamp,
the plows are digging the plow, and the field smells of peasants afterwards.

The gray morning is a split night, the sleep on the flower goes out.
Gray labor goes out into the field and plays trembits.

(c) Bogdan-Igor Antonich