Текст песни Віктор Павлік - Світку мій високий

Hooked month for willow branch,
On a spring evening of pure drinking water.
A quiet voice purple quail
By calling love that the heart is.

I - the land of the green sprout,
I - Wiese drop of rain.
Zaplelys me, rooted to me
Rye and trees, flowers and grass.

Chorus:
No, for me the happiness of another is not necessary,
Although anxiety lest there obpeche eyes.
Surely native to the ear, Only native to the sky,
Lowered hand on my shoulder. (The entire verse - 2)

My beloved land of his father's threshold,
ONLY high on my mother's forehead.
I will come and the state's long road
I will come and condition under your window.

Chorus (2)