Текст песни Polikarp - Neresnicka kolomijka

These will go to the mountain meadow and to the mountain meadow

Didn't the strong wind break my cradle

A strong wind is blowing, blowing in the valley

And scattered the curls of my blonde

And my blondness was on the mountain,

She planted a sycamore tree and developed

And zazulka forges forges, (rod) develops

The (poor) girl cries that there is no slice

And I don’t have a doula, I don’t have a doula

My mother insulted the Jews for the beans

And I would drink it, oh, I would drink, I would drink

For a pound of letters of hornbeam all day would mow

Oh puliter of fire puliter, puliter

And the curls were blown away by a strong wind

Her destiny, says destiny, but also the destiny of the valley

When out of you, talk near the blond

When of you to speak when of you to be

Yes, I can't forget your kissing

Kiss my face, and I will be yours, yours.

And let's be kissed nice my fish.