Текст песни Черкаський народний хор - Цвіте, цвіте черемшина

Blossoms, blooming cherry,
No berries
And who does not happen in the reception room
He does not know the grief.
And I'm a receiver, and I'm a receiver
And I'm sorry to know.
Kulachenki under the bochenki
Tay to sleep I lie down.
Oh, I went to the receiver
Plow in the field
Yes, and he forgot his mother-in-law
Bread and salt dates.
Ore, ore receivaceco,
He looks at the path.
All women carry eating
And he is not.
Comes from the receiver field,
In the pipe is a fistula.
Hovai, daughter, bread and fat
I'm going to get it.
How did the receiver arrive?
I still did not have time to sit down
He is the mother of the bucket in his hands -
Do not smoke eat.
Let the chickens go away
And the house burned down.
Oh, how is it that you do?
Life is tired.