Текст песни Наталья Фаліон - Ой, село

In prohulku I went zrannya
In Kalabanya flying pig
Drunk kid lying under fence
And the voice of a woman outside

Oh, the village where we were born
Oh sing this village-taught
A cow flour in a pig sty grunts
The sun bakes the head
Hanka drum breaketh in pieces

Hardworking people in the village
Nahapaly dofiha land
For humps on the shoulders of bags
Soon all will go live in the barn

Oh, the village where we were born
Oh sing this village-taught
A cow flour in a pig sty grunts
The sun bakes the head
Hanka drum breaketh in pieces

Fell in the yard fence
As Hanka started playing the drum
Cried the sky cranes
Super Hanka bomb in the village

Oh, the village where we were born
Oh sing this village-taught
A cow flour in a pig sty grunts
The sun bakes the head
Hanka drum breaketh in pieces

Oh, the village where we were born
Oh sing this village-taught
A cow flour in a pig sty grunts
The sun bakes the head
Hanka drum breaketh in pieces

A cow flour in a pig sty grunts
The sun bakes the head, Hanka drum breaketh in pieces