Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Мается весна

Green foliage in the yard

Spring comes again in love,

Boys under the stack Hardened

Strings tear again, tear strings again.

But not with wine are drunk.

What happened to the bullies,

It's all cursed spring

Their calls for a walk, calling them walk?

 

Toils, toils, toils, ma-ma-toils spring.

Like, like, like all girls to boys.

Toils, toils, toils, ma-ma-toils spring.

Again the girls-beauties disappear until dark.

 

And the girls, though proud,

What are they, these strings with chords?

But wearing fancy dresses

Forgetting about sleep, forgetting about the dream.

Spring toils and worries

By the evening wandering the streets,

And looking like a pair of kissing

Under the ringing guitar, a guitar ringing.