Текст песни Вій - Як летіли бугаї

Music and poetry : Dmitry Good - evening

Baba was riding in the cart -
Returned from the IPC ,
Suddenly flew sky
Hefty bulls .

Flew over the garden,
Above the pond, the edge of the village,
Sang sad songs
About his life.

With fear all dogs
Okolily in the village,
Baba hepnulasya from cart
Head to the ground.

They flew itself ,
Hefty bulls ,
Sad sad as singing,
Perhaps the soul.

Evening . Sun village ,
Fly bittern,
Baba lyasnula hands,
Detached from the ground.

Above the village heard the song,
The song this joyful -
It sings of the bulls
Baba about life.