Текст песни О.Воронец - Ой завьюжила, запорошила..

Oh, zavyuzhila, zaporoshila
Real winter.
They say that I cast thee,
And I left myself.
They say that I cast thee,
And I left myself.

Oh, dewy grass covered with snow,
In the fields of sadness lies.
They say that I regret the past,
And I'm not sorry niskolechko.

Oh, I shut the mist blue sky,
Gloomy day in his native land.
They say that I'm not very strong,
And I'll stand for happiness.
They say that I'm not very strong,
And I'll stand for happiness.

The heart asks to give the snow,
On spacious fields.
They say I'm not very tender,
And that only I know.
They say I'm not very tender,
And that only I know.