Як Я Собі В Нашім Селі Заспівам

Як я собі в нашім селі заспівам,
Вшитких хлопців до роботи позберам.
Позберам вшитких хлопців до нашого села -
Затим селом все ня болит голова.

Не лем хлопців, але й вшитки дівчата,
Бо на поли юж робота зачата.
Співают дівчата із нашого села -
За тим селом все ня болит голова.

Як я собі на весілю заспівам,
Вшитких гостей до співаня позберам.
Весіля, весіля, на Петра, на Михала -
По весілю все ня болит голова.

А як буду у далекій стороні,
То заплачу, то затужу в чужині.
До свойого села, де родина моя -
За тим селом все ня болит голова.

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(Henrey Wadsworth) I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men I thought how, as the day

There's a place up ahead and I'm goin' Just as fast as my feet can fly Come away, come away, if you're goin' Leave the sinkin' ship behind Come on the risin' wind We're goin'

It's the way that you move, it's the way that you smile, It's your skin on my skin, it's that look in your eye, It's the promise of you in the heat

Didn't I give it all? Tried my best Gave you everything I had Everything and no less Didn't I do it right Didn't let you down Maybe you got too use to Oh having me around So how

Got a little shade, got a little sun Got a long list of things to get done Too bad So sad Got a little swing out on the porch Old dog pantin' by the screen