Текст песни Божичі - Ой, ти дубе, та й кучерявий - протяжна

Oh, you guy, curly oak,
The letter on you is abundant,
You are a Cossack young
Words are beautiful.

Your words are affectionate,
A devious thought:
While i did not know you
Gula like a dove.

Gula, hum humble
Fell in the field
And lying saying:
& quot; Woe to me, sorry. & quot;

And lying saying:
& quot; Woe to me, woe
Drowned a headache
In the blue sea. & Quot;

Drowned and wetted
I need to comb
Oh, somebody really loved so much
We must forget.

Oh, who really liked so much
We must forget
Oh nobody knew, give me a marriage
It is necessary to get accustomed.