Текст песни Ірина Шинкарук - Калинові острови

When storks arrive in the spring,
I hear live voices from the past
And someone's fate is like a star far away
Above the horizon descends from water and dew.
Oh, not the star, the pretty girl,
About Sich Zaporizhzhya composes songs,
Oh, not the girl, the whole Ukraine
Churaivna's songs appeared to me.

Refrain:
And the quiet island of Kalinov,
The parent village was mentioned,
And the homes we threw away
Because we were led to another world.
Oh, the earth's father's viburnum,
You are for separation to grow us.
We will not abandon you, of course,
Swims in the eternity of the world.

Now that I am in the far land,
Wherever fate in my life would lead me,
Viburnum in dreams often begs me,
To my family I did not forget the village.
Lest we forget what kind we are,
Each of us has a Motherland small.
It gives us both fate and kind,
We draw from its source.

Refrain.