Пiд облачком - Марія Бурмака

Пiд облачком явiр похилений,

Сидить на нiм пташок примилений,

Слухай, мила, як той пташок спiва,

Же з любовi нiч добра не бива,

Же з любовi, же з любовi

Нiч добра не бива.

Ци ти, любо, є од Бога дана,

Ци ти, може, дьяблом підшептана?

Хоч би с не хтiв, то мусиш любити,

Хоч би с не хтiв, прото маш терпiти,

Хоч би с не хтiв, хоч би с не хтiв

Прото маш терпiти.

Мила, мила, ти покусо єдна,

Любив я тя не рiк i не два.

Ци ми дала зілля сі напити?

Не мож, мила, ніяк без тя жити,

Не мож, мила, не мож, мила,

Нiяк без тя жити.

Ми ворожка давно ворожила,

Же мя звурит дiвка чорнобрива,

Же не буду видiв за ньов свiта,

Аж проминут мої младi лiта,

Аж проминут, аж проминут

Мої младi лiта.

Пiд облачком явiр зеленiє,

Посмот мила, як той вiтер вiє,

Може вирве єго з корiннями.

Мила моя, што то буде з нами?

Мила моя, мила моя,

Што то буде з нами?

Pid cloud yavir slopes,

Sitting on it is a bird of prey,

Listen, darling, how that bird sleeps,

Nothing good happens with love,

Out of love, out of love

Nothing good happens.

Are you, dear, from God,

Are you, perhaps, the devil of the whisperer?

If you don't want to, you have to love it,

If you don't want to, you have to suffer,

I don't want to, I don't want to

That's why you suffer.

Honey, honey, you try one,

I love her, not a roar or two.

Did you give me a potion to drink?

I can't, darling, live without her,

Not husband, darling, not husband, darling,

No way to live without it.

We fortune tellers have long foretold,

I'm bored wild boar,

I will not be seen for her retinue,

My young summer is over,

Already passed, already passed

My young summer.

Under the cloud of green sycamore,

Look, darling, how that wind blows,

It can whirl it with its roots.

My dear, what will happen to us?

My dear, my dear,

What will happen to us?