Текст песни Зинский Роман - Під облачком

Under the window (Under the cloud)

Under the window is a sloping sycamore
The bird there sings a moving song
Listen, darling, the bird sings,
That (no) good out of love does not happen

Is love also given to us by God?
Or from the devil's word?
Whatever you want, you have to love
Even then you have to be patient

A gypsy woman once (long ago) foretold me
That (me) will be fooled by a black-bearded girl
I will not see the world behind her
And so young summers will pass

Under the window sycamore turns green
Look, darling, how the wind blows
Maybe uproot it?
My dear, what will happen to us?