Текст песни Ліна Костенко - І засміялась провесінь...

And the laughter laughed: "It's time!" -
behind the Black Road, the Great Meadow -
I look: my great-grandfather, and pra-pro, right-of-right -
all go by time, like a plow.

At the base of the lan, behind the lan and lan
behind the Black Road, the Great Meadow,
they are already in the fog - like a fog -
All are already in time, like a plow.

What is difficult in the course of eternity! -
behind the Black Road, the Great Meadow.
Such is arbitrary, free, young -
Is it even like I'm already going for a plow ?!

And what is the star? What kind of salmon?
Beyond the Black Road, the Great Meadow.
Is it also me in the fog - like a fog -
and I'm already going for a time like a plow? ..