Текст песни Древо - Ой на горi ячмень, а пiд горою жито

Ukrainian folk song, Poltava region

Oh, on the mountain of barley,
Under the mountain of rye,
The news came and to the dear, |
What a sweetheart killed. | (2)

Oh, killed, killed,
And tightened in rye,
Red and Chinese |
Oh, it's very covered. | (2)

A dove arrived,
I fell on my heart,
Wings and and startled, |
And she chirped. | (2)

- Are you, dear, drunk,
Did you get lost?
Or for me and the young |
Are you very upset? | (2)

- I, my dear, did not get drunk
And did not stray from the road,
For you and the young |
He was very upset. | (2)