Кабы я - Юта

В поле чистом, в поле белом не видать начала,

Кабы я была бы с милым горя бы не знала.

В небе месяц, месяц белый одинок да светел,

Кабы я была б несмелой милый б не приметил.

Ветер дует, ветер свищет, вот ему потеха,

Кабы я была бы лишней милый б не приехал.

В поле чистом, в поле белом не видать начала,

Кабы я бы не любила горя бы не знала.

In a clean field, in a white field, no beginning can be seen,

If I had been with a sweetheart, I would not have known grief.

There is a month in the sky, the white month is lonely and bright,

If I had been timid, dear, I would not have noticed.

The wind blows, the wind whistles, that's his fun,

If I were superfluous, dear, I would not come.

In a clean field, in a white field, no beginning can be seen,

If I didn't love grief, I wouldn't know.