Текст песни ФОЛК-АРТЕЛЬ СЛОБОДА - Посіяла огірочки

She posed near the water.
I myself will water the other with slime.

Growth, ogrochki, chotiri leaves!
I didn’t bobble a pretty little three evenings ...

Tilki beat, like a series of drove ...
I didn’t say “Good evening,” my mother was standing.

Bo mother stood, but dad wondered,
I didn’t say "Dobry vechir", - schob is not rooted out.

Children chornobrivy, children te odzovisya?
Yak I’m grieving here, come and hang!