Текст песни Дмитрий Гнатюк - Черемшина

The cuckoo's voice is heard again in the forest,
Swallows made their nests in stress.
And the shepherd drove a flock of plagues,
He snorted the nightingale's song behind the game.

Cherries bloom profusely everywhere,
Viburnum was absorbed into the marriage.
Shepherd in the garden,
In a quiet corner
The girl is waiting, waiting.

She went to the garden past the sedge,
I stared at the high mountains,
Where pure dew falls from birches,
Viburnum flower pinned in braids.

Already beyond the horizon the sun is setting,
The shepherd sings to her from the meadow:
"I will come to you like a flock."
I drive to the barn with water

Here is the evening of the sheep near the ford
Cheremosh drinks cold water.
He meets a shepherd in the garden
The girl who loves him.