Текст песни Прялица - Ой, горит, горит...

What burns, burns, but does not burn
Yes, that is raw, from boron, and fir-trees.
That runs, runs, but does not run away
Yes, that native is from a brother to a sister

You are my sister, not my sister
Yes, my sister is a white goat
Nothing you do not know about your sister
How are guests sitting in our house?

For you matchmakers, oh, yes they are
Yes, my dear father,
Rodna's mother is enslaved
Yes, they give you to someone else's house

What burns, burns, but does not burn
Yes, that is raw, from boron, and fir-trees
Yes fir-trees