Їхав козак на війноньку [Yikhav kozak na viynonʹku] [English translation]

Rode on the Kozak out to war:

"Bid farewell, he said, my dear girl,

Farewell my dear one, my dark browed beauty, )

I go into a foreign land and country! )2

Give me, oh girl, your head scarf,

Maybe, in battle I'll perish,

A dark night there, will close my eyes, )

Easier I'll rest in the grave! )2

Gave the girl her head scarf,

The Kozak in battle did perish,

A dark night there, had closed his eyes, )

Already he rests in the grave. )2

And wicked people, by force,

Took that unfortunate girl,

And in the meadow, there bends a poplar, )

Upon the dear Kozak's grave! )2

• Artist:Ukrainian Folk