Весна

Red sun shone , but the snow melted in the fields ,
Birds from the south Dall returned to our native land.
Wind in the wild, fierce blows over the meadows , whistling ,
A spring is red , so clear is calling sow crops.

Red girl sing, dance lead , dance,
Good fellow name , there is nothing more beautiful than spring .
Green meadows , the red in the sky Dawn ,
Xin river sings everything , calling us to walk the spring .

I will run in the open field Sun - Father met.
Breathe easy in the wild , the world is ready to embrace me .
Bright sun - Yarylo , everything is ready , I give ,
To Mother - Earth native continued to give life .

Ardent flame fire burns everything , but plays
Jumping and rejoice , fair maiden convenes .
Good fellows sing , but spring - krasavu praise ,
In the sky blue all over forests Nightingales fly.