Текст песни Ирина Дорофеева - Пульс маіх хвілін

Flowing water in which bright year
I sycamore with viburnum is,
And on the oak leaf bread is not baked
koudry Girls do not weave.
And early on Ivan except rap
Do not give Kupalinka sleep.
And that at a crossroads - crescent,
Wolves howl even inaudible.

I so year after year is changing the earth,
And what about my people I i ...
About my mother's house willow
Calling me to him
In the shadow of its branches,
This is the starting point of life,
This is the pulse of my minutes.

Play to play well and to live to live,
Plowman grain throwing
He likes it so love -
I appreciate the country.

Let us dream of a better time today,
But no one of any change us ...