More songs by Monokate
Description
Producer: Артем Єфімов
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ой ти, дівчино, червоная вишня, от чого ти із вечора гуляти не вийшла?
Ти б ти ходила лугом берегами, може б була полюбила з чорними бровами.
Ой чи я не люба, чи я не мила, чи я тобі не казала, чи не говорила?
Ти чого не маєш, за тим не журися, як зачуєш музиченьки, то й не борися!
І ти ту, і я то, та його немає, на вулиці скрипка грає, мати не пускає.
Не пускає, не жалує, щоб ти не ходила, тими чорними бровами хлопців не манила.
І ти ту, і я то. . .
І ти ту, і я то. . .
Ой ти, дівчино, чого гірко плачеш? Його другі полюбили, хіба ти не бачиш?
Полюбили, заманили, ший причарували. Ой, якби ти те я знала!
Ой чи я не мила, чи я не знаю, ливи біла лебедонька по Тихим
Дунаю.
Та кого немає, за тим не журися, як зачуєш музиченьки, то й не борися.
І ти ту, і я то, та його немає, на вулиці скрипка грає, мати не пускає.
Не пускає, не жалує, щоб ти не ходила, тими чорними бровами хлопців не манила.
І ти ту, і я то. . .
І ти ту, і я то. . .
English translation
Oh you, girl, red cherry, why didn't you go out for a walk in the evening?
You would have walked along the banks of the meadow, maybe you would have fallen in love with black eyebrows.
Oh, am I not dear, am I not cute, did I not tell you, did I not tell you?
If you don't have anything, don't worry about it, when you hear the music, don't fight!
And you are there, and I am there, but he is not there, the violin is playing on the street, the mother does not let him.
He doesn't let you go, he doesn't want you to go, you don't attract boys with those black eyebrows.
And you there, and I that. . .
And you there, and I that. . .
Oh you, girl, why are you crying bitterly? The others loved him, don't you see?
They fell in love, lured, and enchanted. Oh, if only I knew you!
Oh, I'm not cute, or I don't know, the white swan flies along the Tychy
Danube
But if there is no one, don't worry about it, if you hear the music, then don't fight.
And you are there, and I am there, but he is not there, the violin is playing on the street, the mother does not let him.
He doesn't let you go, he doesn't want you to go, you don't attract boys with those black eyebrows.
And you there, and I that. . .
And you there, and I that. . .