Lyrics Валентин Ковалив - Ой,ты, край мой залаты.

Oh, you, the edge of my salary,
Vasilkova my land!
Over the river reeds,
Forest and groves ...
How cymbals, tambourines boron,
In the Green Valley ...
Silver rivers and lakes,
South cranes ...
Sad sky with clouds,
Scream in the swamp.
A rowan fire
It breaks away.
Joke gatherings, meadow,
In the perspective of the field.
How can honestly not say
This course, flowers.

Under another sharhuntsy
Black horses ...
Shire and white ose in the end,
Songs of young ...

Over the river reeds,
Forest and groves ...
Oh, you, my gold edge,
Vasilkova my land!