I’m going to rіchenki strіchi zіrochki,
To tear, like to fall, catching them with ryns
I’ll collect in my bosom an average breeze-vognikіv,
Zatantsyu radisno zradіyu to death
I’ll marry a rainbow
I will transmit by radio: "Farewell, Fatherland!"
Spring, spring, spring, spring come,
Spring, spring, spring, spring in vamuє.
I’m not seeing, I myself have to go too far.
Pobіzhim, pokotimsya, obviously besidu.
I’ll pick up horobroschiv, I sleep at grief,
Chi can’t fall into the sea.
Spring, spring, spring, spring come,
Spring, spring, spring, spring in vgamuє
