Текст песни Николай Сличенко и Петря Бессарабец - Песня Яринки и красноармейцев

- At the other virgins rich
 Chest full of huts,
 There poplin, there are satin,
 Only empty for the soul.
 I have all the sweeter maiden
 Not with poplin not with satin,
 Here such as Yarinka
 We'll take a hike.
 - I would be like you happy
 Only I should be up to the house,
 Come and visit us soon,
 Will welcome you throughout the village.
 - Houses under the cherry
 Songs can not be heard,
 Tar in the garden of a nightingale,
 Waiting native sons.
 Babe without Batey
 It is cold in the house,
 Zhinkov cry home
 And anguish at sunset.
 I go out in the field, zapoyu song,
 In it about love, I tell her,
 Our happiness we find,
 Bringing with him enter,
 Brighter and more beautiful life is not our own.
 And joy and sorrow, we divide ..