Там, де літо [Tam, de lito] [English translation]

Summer is crying in self-confident storms,

Summer is crying as if it hurts.

A voice is calling: "Take me with you!"

Native voice and it is flying over the water.

Chorus:

With you I fly where summer is,

Where summer is, where my soul is

Pouring over the edge.

With you I fly where summer is,

Where summer is, where my soul

Will take me behind the horizon.

Summer used to play and laugh with us,

Summer used to share its warmth with us,

And in the evening so quietly covered

Blue sky with gold and wine.

Chorus

• Artist:Svyatoslav Vakarchuk
• Album:Вночі (Vnochi) 2008