Tinha-Linha

Moya chashka – ce Indiyi bereh, de sonce i speka.
Na moyemu stoli mapa, vohon i gandza.
Ya ljublju sonyachni hvyli i promeni Boha.
A shche ya ljublju ciluvaty tebe...

Pryspiv:
Moya Tinha-Linha, aha, aha-ha-ha,
Tinha-Linha, aha, aha.
Tinha-Linha, aha, aha-ha-ha,
Tinha-Linha, a-ha-ha.
Tinha-Linha, a-ha-ha.

Moho neba torkayetsya sonce i nebo smiyetsya.
I daruye nezvidani kryla i dorohy gandza.
Tvoyi ochi zeleni yak more, yak raiduha – serce.
I teplym prominnyam svoyim ohortaye mene...

Pryspiv

V nashim nebi ptahy, a u horah tumany i travy.
U dzerelah voda, a povitrya solodke i p’yanke.
Ya spivayu i pisnya ocya u horah lunaye.
Ty teplym kohannyam svoyim ohortayesh mene...

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