Biesiadne: Hej sokoły!

Hey there, somewhere from above Black Waters
A young Cossack mounts his horse
Affectionately he parts with his girl
But even more affectionately with Ukraine

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Hey, hey, hey falcons
Fly past the mountains, forests, fields, valleys
Ring, ring, ring little bell
My steppe little skylark
Hey, hey, hey falcons
Fly past the mountains, forests, fields, valleys
Ring, ring, ring little bell
My steppe, ring, ring ring

She alone remained there
My little swallow
And here, in this foreign land
I miss her day and night

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Sorrow, sorrow for that girl
For green Ukraine
Sorrow, sorrow, my heart is crying
I will see her no more

Chorus

Wine, wine, give me wine
And when I die, bury me
In green Ukraine
By my beloved girl

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