16.05.2024
Kvitka Cisyk - Засвистали Козаченьки (Zasvystaly Kozachenʹky) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Off to War
Cossacks they ride off to war. Hey!
They are leaving town.
Oh, Marine she’s standing now,
crying her eyes out.
Oh, Marine she’s standing now,
crying her eyes out.
“Don’t ye cry, Marine, my angel,
please, love, don’t ye worry.
Say a prayer for yer loved one.
May God hear ye, honey.
Say a prayer for yer loved one.
May God hear ye, honey.”
Now the moon looms o’er the town,
but no one’s a-sleeping.
Here a mither sends her own son
off to war with weeping.
Here a mither sends her own son
off to war with weeping.
“God knows when I shall come back home.
Wait for my return, dear
mither, please, do treat this lassie
like a native daughter.
Mither, please, do treat this lassie
like a native daughter.
Don’t ye cry, an’ don’t ye worry,
don’t fall in despair.
Oh, my horse he’s nervous now.
Farewell, I’ll come back here!”
Oh, my horse he’s nervous now.
Farewell, I’ll come back here!”
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