Текст песни ігор яснюк - Ностальгія

I watch as the evening star falls asleep,
And hides in the clouds a snow-white featherbed,
I know she will wake up later
In that distant land, where my homeland is.
And to the pain in my eyes I look into the distance
In the indifferent cold blue of the ocean.
My Ukraine is an unquenchable sadness,
A throbbing wound opened in my heart.

Chorus:
Wherever you look, all the shores of others,
The fertile land that reaches around,
Do not spare me warmth and strength,
But he will never be able to become a native.

I call you the only tender mother,
Because I don't want to twist my soul and I can't.
I live in a distant foreign land,
I care about you, I'm sick of you.
This disease is a heavy incomprehensible love,
What is needed and then, and the color of viburnum,
With breast milk entered my blood,
There is no vaccine for it in the whole world.

Chorus.

Neither the storm nor the storm frightens me
And I laugh in the face of all the troubles of evil.
Only again, when the evening sun goes out,
I look at the distant horizon in a daze.

Chorus.

Do not spare me warmth and strength,
But he will never be able to become a native ...