Текст песни Дівки - Била мене мати березовим прутом

Bill Me Mother
Birch twigs,
I was not Schobi
W young recruit.

And I was sobі,
Zapіli already smoke,
On dverі water llyala,
Schobi not skripіli.

On dverі water llyala,
Fingers went on,
Dwellers mother not pochula,
Schobi not cooked.

A mother could not sleep,
Truncated purely closet
That mene not cooked -
Itself, such a bula.

Bill Me Mother
Thinly vine,
I was not Schobi
W milim pid Verbier.

Bill Me Mother,
That th shte Buda Biti.
& Quot; Oh come on, kozache,
Up to Me walking! & Quot;

& Quot; I will not stop,
Pokey not dіstanu
Lichenka rum'yanogo,
Dіvochogo become & quot ;.

Red Kalina
Bіlim tsvіtom tsvіla,
Through you, kozache,
Mene mother beat.