Monday, February 15

In a glade.

In a glade near the Danube river,
there is a nightingale singing,
he sings to gather everyone from his family.

In a glade near the Danube river,
there is a bass vibrating and a fiddle crying,
I think of a place where my lovely one is strolling now...

In a glade near the Danube river,
I am sick with my loneliness,
crying, I want to fly like a bird, to where my lovely one is now.


(traditional Ukrainian folk song)

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