The Marigolds (Чорнобривці - Англійський переклад)
Mother and the marigolds she planted
In my faraway land of the dawn
Where the spring songs long ago we chanted
‘Bout the bright blooming hopes we had drawn
[Chorus>
As I look at the marigold flowers
All that’s gone starts to render
Yet again I see your hands, old mother,
Your embrace I am feeling so tender
I have known both meeting and departing
And the foreign sides also could show
Same familiar flowers from your garden
That you’d sown in the spring years ago
Th
Spring’s illuming all the fields of ours
From meridional rims come the cranes
Fate is blooming same way as the flowers
On my long-mused-on lands of Ukraine’s
