Заплети [у свої коси ніч] [Zaplety [u svoyi kosy nich]] [English translation]

Plait the night into your hair,

Plait the gold,

Become silky heaven

And fly high!

Your fingers, like rain in May,

Like a breeze above the palms,

You do not give me fall down

By your hugs.

Chorus:

Did I dream it all? ..

Why am I today left alone!?

Has anything changed in the sky? ..

Are we no longer a family!?

Why are you no longer mine? ..

There is a secret world on your lips

Drinks me drop by drop ...

I do not want to stop,

The truth will not reach me ...

Chorus (2)

• Artist:Svyatoslav Vakarchuk
• Album:Брюссель (Brussels) 2011