Текст песни Лето Господне - Ой улица широкая

The song "Oh, street, street, wide street"

Genre: Round dance

Oh street street, wide street
Oh, little lo-o-le-le
The street is wide

The street is wide, green Murava
Oh, little lo-o-le-le
Murava green

As a baby walked on this ant
Oh, little lo-o-le-le
Walked baby

The baby walked, the bitter orphan
Oh, little lo-o-le-le
Bitter orphan

Bitter orphan, mother saw
Oh, little lo-o-le-le
Mother saw

My mother saw from the tower high
With a tall tower, from a wide window
My child, child, that you walk sadly
That you walk not fun, walk joyfully?
Dear mother, why should I have fun?
All my comrades mustache got married
One lady, well done, I’m idling for a walk.
Rodimai child, let's go to Karagod to the girls,
Yes, we choose a girl - a merchant's daughter.
Dear mother, this is not my wife,
This is not my wife, this is not your servant
This is not your servant, not a worker in the field,
In the field, not a worker, in the house not a maul *
Rodimai child, let's go to Karagod to the girls,
Yes, we will choose a girl - a priestly daughter.
Dear mother, this is not my wife,
This is not my wife, this is not your servant
This is not your servant, not a worker in the field,
In the field is not a worker, in the house is not a maul.
Rodimai child, let's go to Karagod to the girls,
Yes, we choose a girl - a peasant daughter.
Dear mother, this is my wife,
This is my wife, this is your servant
This is your servant, a worker in the field,
In the field, a worker, in the house a cucumber *
* (cook)