Текст песни Іван Попович - Старенька хата

There is an old house like an orphan by the road,
She was already waiting for me in hope and anxiety,
The years flew by like that snow and we were separated for a long time,
I hurry to my father's doorstep, I left everything - I fly with all my might.

Sad stands one old house,
The mother will no longer look out of the window.
I meet my childhood here.
To fly here my soul, to fly as if to paradise.

Already on the threshold I stand alone, like a boat at berth,
I recognize everything dear and close: love, joy, sorrow.
The apple trees recognized me - the ones I planted as a child,
But my mother will not hug me anymore, she will not press me to her heart.

There stands one I to an orphan old house by the roadside,
I will not be able to lose her, I pray to God for her.
The soul of the parents is present here, they suffered for us,
There is only one faith in this house, let it be a temple for grandchildren.

An old house stands alone like an orphan by the road ...