"Song" [Entirely in Ukrainian] (Continued) pg. 43

Oh God, God where[1] is that hillside

Where a darling girl picked flowers

Where she picked them and wove a wreath

And charmed me so much

            We agonized for a year and a half

            Until we didn’t know an enemy near us

            Since we got to know each other, and separated

            Would that we had never had happiness

Song[2]

Stepmother, with you I go through life in vain

I look for family, oh where is it, where?

            Oh my God, kind, faithful to my house

            It seems as if I hear again the sweet sound of native speech

We greet [each other], a lighter wind blows where our native land is

There, anyhow, is dinner, there, it’s a happy paradise

            Those, then, are my thoughts

            Until hearts lie down there, they don’t banish tears

You are my family, [my] cornfields, when we return again to you

We will live together, happy[3]

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[1] In the first line, the word translated as “where” is more Russian than Ukrainian.

[2] This song is in Ukrainian.

[3] Or “fortunate”