A keresés eredménye oldal 5

The Mosquito

Oh, what's all the noise, the commotion, hey,
That the mosquito now has married the fly.
 
Taking himself a little wife, hey,
That could not sew-nor launder for a husband.
 
Sew-nor launder nor can she cook, hey,
Nor can she, her mosquito satisfy.
 
A wicked storm has broken out, hey,
She had that mosquito from the oak blown away.
 
Oh, the mosquito fell onto the bridge, hey,
Breaking, shattering all of his bones.
 

My Dearest Grandmother

My dearest grandmother
You know all things so well:
The grief that I bear here,
You, probably can guess it?
 
When I close my eyes shut
Oh, no, no you don't now,
From somewhere immediately
A Kozak's here beside me.
 
Give herbs, O grandmother
Again here at midnight
That - that Kozak may yet
Not come before my eyes
 
- No, dear heart my girl
This thing can not be cured
Such is your fate here -
The time's come to love now.
 

My Beloved Dear Mother ( The Towel )

My beloved dear mother, you did not sleep through out the night
And you had led me out to the field near by the village
And there onto a distant road way beneath the stars you accompanied me, to see me off,
And a towel - embroidered for a good fate you had given to me.
 
And there onto a distant road way beneath the stars you accompanied me, to see me off,
And a towel - embroidered for a good fate you had given to me.
 
Let there on it bloom and flourish a wide path,
And the green meadows and the nightingale groves
And your dear faithful motherly precious and affectionate smile
And your tender yet sorrowful beautiful bright blue eyes.
 
And your dear faithful motherly precious and affectionate smile
And your tender yet sorrowful beautiful bright blue eyes.
 
 
I'll shall take that towel, I'll lay it out as if it be my fate
In the quiet rustling of grasses, there in the whispering groves,
And on that very towel everything familiar will painfully come back to life -
And my childhood, our separation, and your faithful motherly love.
 
And on that very towel everything familiar will painfully come back to life -
And my childhood, our separation, and your faithful motherly love.
 

In The Carpathian Mountains

In the Carpathian mountains I would like to live,
From the mountain to the valley I would like to descend.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains a Hutsul lives there ,
A Beautiful Hutsyl he leeds by her hand
 
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 

In the Carpathian Mountains -2

In the Carpathian mountains I would like to live,
From the mountain to the valley I would like to descend.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains where the pine grows ,
The fragrant grasses in spring do grow there
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains, where the grasses do grow,
The the Huttzyl does carry his milk in a pail.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 

Falling Falling, Falling is the Snow.

Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
From the sky's gray abyss
In the millions they are falling
Those cold butterflies .
 
Unanimous, like a jury
Cold, like bad luck
Inundating all life
All the beauty of the meadows and the fields.
*
Your eyes are like the sea
Light-hearted, so bright:
My heart's old grief,
Like dust, drowns in them.
 
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
What is my happiness without you?
The sound is empty and mute!
What is my grief with out you?
It's value's so fleeting
*
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
The carpet heavily is lain..
The young fire in the soul
Dying, weakens, extinguishes.
*
Your eyes are like the sea
Light-hearted, so bright:
My heart's old grief,
Like dust, drowns in them.
 
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
Falling, falling, falling is the snow...
 
Used poems: 'Falling, falling, falling is the snow.', 'Your eyes like the sea', If you should meet upon the street'.
 

Falling. Falling, Falling is the Snow -2

Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
They be like silver butterflies
These snowflakes, white and clean.
Quietly falling to the feet.
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
 
Falling, falling, falling is the snow....
Quietly, easily, from everywhere
Covering everything all around
There's not a path nor a road ...
Falling, falling, falling is the snow. ...
 
Falling, falling, falling is the snow. ...
Already covering the valleys and mountains
Already the whole world's like a white sea
A white sea without a road ...
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
 
words: Marika Pidhiryanka
 

Two colours

Versions: #3
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 
As youngster I was getting ready in the spring
To walk into the world along the roads unknown
A shirt my mum embroidered for me,
With scarlet red and raven black,
With stitches red and black when I'm alone.
 
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 
Life taken me and I was lost and blind
But I've always came back to my doors,
Like mothers sawing it has intertwined
My sorrowful, my joyful,
My sorrowful, my joyful country roads.
 
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 
Gray hair whiffed in to my eyes like frost,
But I'm bringing nothing to my home,
Only a bundle of old worn out cloth
And my embroidered life it was,
And my embroidered life on it, my own,
And my embroidered life it was,
And my embroidered life on it, my own.
 
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Together on the cloth, and in my soul I leave,
Two colours,
Two colours, dear to me,
Red - it is for love,
And black- it is for grief.
 

Really, my God, will I Remain

Really, my God, will I remain
When you will come for your own?
Really, really when will that day happen,
And you will not take me with you?
 
Really in the moment of ascension
Will you not lift me up into heaven?
Will I not hear, will I not hear the heavenly singing,
Will l not see your wonders?
 
Really in the moment of ascension
Will I see, how in your glory,
Your people, your people receive salvation,
And I shall stand outside the door?
 
Really, my God, shall l I remain?
I will not enter into Your glory,
When that day, when that desired day comes,
Really shall I receive judgement?
 
Really will my friends and girlfriends
In the clouds sing a new hymn ,
Shall I remain, shall I remain for grief and torment
Without hope, without purpose, alone here.
 
Yes, I sang and prayed with my friends,
Together I went with them to the meetings,
Only a little, only a little did I seek good ,
Only my neighbor, I did not love.
 
But not only with the friends, That I know
Will I have to break then up with them.
With all the more, then all the more will I lose
I will lose Christ forever.
 
Oh my God, this is why you today
Are distressing my heart again,
So that on that day, that on that great Lord’s day
You would take me as well into Your Kingdom.
 
There will be a day, maybe even today,
On earth, when life will not end.
Only the Church, only the Church freely and easily.
Will ascend up from this earth.
 
Inconsolable will there be sobbing,
In terrible pain, the soul will remain,
And only one, and one only knocks on our conscience: -
I've remained, a friend, forever.
 
Heaven is full of wonderful singing,
There rejoices the Bride of Christ.
Only it'll be to late, will be too late to weep,
Only it will be late to knock then.
 

God's - Red Kalyna (psalm)

O my dear God, from the highest heavens
Hear out my prayer.
Take my soul up into heaven,
And my body into the damp earth.
 
Pour over me a high burial mound -
It will grow over with grass.
And you do plant upon it a red Kalyna
It will blossom out in spring.
 
The birds will fly to her
And will peck at the Kalyna.
And I like an orphan, pale in the field
There along will I rest.
 
At one time my legs walked in the world
So kwicly the years flew by,
At one time my hands worked so hard
And now lay up my chest.
 
At one time my eyes clear could see,
But now they lie closed
How difficult it is to lay upon the damp earth
And no longer to see my relatives.
 
And you my relations, acquaintances, and friends
Come to me to visit.
The red Kalyna upon my grave
Come, to water with your tears.
 

Oh,Did Drink a Cossack, and Slept

Oh, did drink a Cossack, and slept
From the roadway he has strayed
Over the mane of a raven horse
He is there bent over.
 
- O my horse, my horse,
Dear raven horse!
Do advise me, my horse
As a native brother.
 
- Kozak, O kozak
O kozak falcon
Do sit upon me
We'll go into the field.
 
And in the clear field
Is a sea of wheat
There an maiden - orphaned
A wheat field
 
A wheat field
Pulling the furrow weed
O raven horse
On your mane she lays it
 
- Good it is for you, girl,
To pull out the furrow weed
It's time now for you, girl,
To lay out the white bed linen.
 

The clamor, clamor, in the the oak forest

The clamor, clamor, in the the oak forest,
The fog covers the field,
Hey, the fog covers, the field, covers,
A mother watches over her son.
 
- Go, my son, go far from me,
Let the Horde take you!
- Hey, O my mother, the Horde knows me
In a clear field, it avoids me.
 
- Go, my son, go far from me,
Let the Turk take you!
- Hey, O my mother, the Turk knows me
Silver, and gold he bestows.
 
- Go, my son, go far from me,
Let the Polaks take you!
- Hey, O my mother, the Polak knows me
With beer, and honey they fill me.
 
- Go, my son, go far from me,
Let the Moscovite take you!
- Hey, O my mother, the Moscovite knows me
Our liberty destroying
 
Return, return my son home
I shall wash your dear head!
- Hey O my mother, the rains shall wash my head
And the thick bramble shall comb it out
- Hey O my mother, the rains shall wash my head
And the stormy winds will blow it out.
 

Oh You Dear Moon

-Oh you dear moon
I am a bright star
Oh, my friend
I am a lovely girl
Oh, my friend
I am a lovely girl
In the cherry garden
I've pastured your horse
I've pastured, pastured
From the evening to midnight
The dew has dropped
Upon my brown eyes
Not so on my eyes
As on my blond braids
O Cossack heart
I will not wear a wreath
Oh, if I could
Wear the wreath
I'd go to the enemies
Invite them to the wedding
- O you dear maiden
You're a fragrant herb
I had not taken you
So I ask you to the wedding
- O Do not ask me
But ask your own kind
That you get married
Every monthly, every year
That you get married
Every day, every minute
So that for you
All the bells may ring
 

You've deceived me

Versions: #3
You said on Monday no drinking
We'll go together for periwinkle.
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You said on Tuesday will be fine
You gonna kiss me forty times,
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You said on Wednesday will be sweet,
We'll go together into the reed,
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You said on Thursday I should know
We'll go together to the show,
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You said on friday no worries
We'll go together pick up the strawberries,
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You said on Saturday we'll talk
We'll go together to do some work,
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You said on Sunday you'll be ready
We'll go together to the wedding,
I had come, you're not around,
You've deceived me- let me down.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 
You have deceived me,
You have let me down,
You 've made young lad
Completely lose his mind.
 

Oh, Woe To Me

Oh, woe to me, sorrow and sadness
For my sin is only my gain,
For how shall I stand at God's judgment /
And to the ranks of God's servents be assigned . | (2)
 
A both sinful and lawless road
Has led me far away from God.
The home of my Father and Bishop |
Is already alien and distant to me. | (2)
 
About eternal goodness I had not reckoned
Prematurely, I had loved recklessly
What shall I in my misfortune now do, |
How will the Lord come in to judge us? | (2)
 
Unhappy, sad, and yet hungry
In my soul it's so frigid, so cold!
How shall I stand there before the Judge |
With such an evil soul? | (2)
 
Oh no! Not waiting for the judgment
I'll acknowledge the horror of fornication ...
I will uncover all of my wounds |
Before the good, eternal Judge! | (2)
 
I will go and fall down there before Him
And will show him all of my tears: 'My Father!
I want to be just your servant, |
Take a look, and have mercy on me! '| (2)
 

The New Year

Quietly fall the snowflakes,
They cradle quietly the gardens
Enchanting the Christmas trees -
So you too come to the feast.
And the frost squeaks affectionately
And winter is so proud
Shining brightly are the toys
And champagne is drunk to the bottom.
 
Refrain:
The New Year, The New Year,
And on the eyelashes is the white snow
And the miracle comes true
And the hurdler does circle.
In the New Year, in the New Year,
Happiness we hope forever
And love and abundance
And to love up to one hundred years .
 
And the garlands were well lit.
with the Velvet lights
Gifts there were awaiting
Flows the music and the singing
On the family's bright holiday
The tables are decorated
It's time to guess one's desire
In the moment that's enchanted ,
Refrain
 

I Sit Beside The Window

I sit beside the window's edge
I sit beside the window's edge
I sit beside the window's edge,
Looking upon the stars,
I sit beside the window's edge,
And I think to myself thus.
 
Will you come on by my dear, or not,
I dream of you so often?...
I come nearer to the window's edge,
And you stand there smiling.
 
Love - loving, is like the flower,
Which blooms there in the morning,
Like that butterfly in the spring
Flying up there oh so high.
 
So do you guard your dear hearts,
That you don't love too early,
For the gardens will bloom in the spring,-
Your love will not return.
 

Don't Drink The Horses Water

Don't drink the horse's water
For the water is not clean,
There have fallen in her, )
There have fallen in her )
Leaves from the arbor. ) 2x
 
Leaves from the arbor,
And from the duck pepper,
It hurt and hurts me so, )
It hurt and hurts me so)
For my beloved's heart.)2x
 
My heart, my dear heart,
Of a heard stone
Why don't you break apart,)
Why don't you break apart,)
From the great grief. )2x
 
My grief my dear grief,
Do change into small ones,
Go vanish from me, )
Go vanish from me )
Like the dew on the grass. )2x
 
Like the dew on the grass
That we cannot count
That in our village, )
That in our village )
There's no one to love. )3x
 

This is Not Your War

The battle's at dawn - the sun and smoke...
Few do know, what will happen to him?...
Or what will be tomorrow? - In youthful thoughts -
Who has hope, or who has fear...
 
Chorus:
The branches of all the Kalyn' bend down low...
O mother, to whom you have prayed?
How many more will she take
Of your children this is not your war?...
 
Your sons and daughters became parents,
They saw all their dreams in color
And had kissed the hands of lies,
For quiet nights they gave up their days...
 
Chorus.
 
It was once good there and at one time,
There, was no sweat and where, tears were not,
Only in that there was no goal -
I can't be that way, and how can you?...
 
The branches of all the Kalyn' bend down low...
O mother, not to them have we prayed!...
How many more will she take
Of your children this is not your war?...
 
Chorus:
 
How many more will she take
Of your children this is not your war?...
 

I Ride into The Village on a Grey Horse

I rIde into the village on a grey horse,
On a grey horse,
The people do tell me, the people do tell me
A fiancée I do have.
 
I don't have, don't have, a Lem(ko) I want to have,
a Lem(ko) I want to have,
On a grey horse, a grey horse,
I ride to see her.
 
My grey horse knows where to drink,
Knows where to drink,
There by my girl, there by my girl,
Will carry me there.
 
I rIde into the village on a grey horse,
On a grey horse,
The people do tell me, the people do tell me
A fiancée I do have.
 

Hutsuko Beloved

Oh, on the mountain there is a house
By it there sits my brother's girl
Sits there looking oh so sadly- 2x
Waiting for her Hutsul boy -2x
And that Hutsul has gone away
To another he was looking
Somewhere he was looking at another- 2x
And has forgotten his true love -2x
His beloved wipping away her tears
and in the autumn does ask
Do tell me,dear autumn - 2x
Where and in what I have done wrong - 2x.
Mod + 1
Somewhere in the field, the wind blows
About a girl, a Hutsul dreams
But the girl is already beloved - 2r.x
Surely with another now is paired 2x
Mod + 1
Let him now know, let him learn
Hr threw away a girl friend and is now angry
For he is left alone completely -2x
And now he is paired with no one - 2x
You need to know what to do
Of all, to only love but one
And the girl is worth all that - 2x
So to have a beloved -2x
 

The Enchanted Violin

Versions: #3
On a poplar, sat white winged charming crane
Set the sun, for the night beyond the fields.
I have loved, I have loved onto the pain
A young man, a nice-playing violinist.
 
I have loved, being enchanted by the string,
I was losing, that sweet melody in grove
To the green grove, in the evening of crane spring
To young man that, loving heart mine I have brought
 
I was walking, like a princess of the evening,
I was walking, getting to that sounding pearl,
Then not knowing, that the music I was seeking
Not for me was, that it was for other girl.
 
On a poplar, sat white winged charming crane
Set the sun, for the night beyond the fields.
I have loved, I have loved onto the pain
That young man, that nice-playing violinist.
 

The Snows

I did not cry, was not afraid, did not complain
You did not see a trembling hand.
I was sixteen, like from a hideout,
Like a puppy, they took out the hawks .
 
And further - echelons, the inhuman towers,
The barbed wire encircling the camps
The land of the bear, beyond the horizon - boundless,
Where every view burned with a candle ...
 
Chorus:
The Snows, the snows ... Red, black, white ...
The Siberian Years wraped, shored up ...
The Snows the snows chatted me up
All of life redeeming the debts.
 
The dogs howled, and the bullets sounded,
If there is a miracle - this is one miracle:
I do not know where the strength of a wolf came in
I do not know, how I only survived ...
 
I did not cry, was not afraid, did not complain
From those times of student days.
I'm old now, to go now to the hideout,
Yet again to unfurl out the flags...
 
Chorus.
 
I did not cry, was not afraid, did not complain
You did not see a trembling hand.
I was sixteen, like from a hideout,
Like a puppy, they took out the hawks .
 
  
Chorus.
 
The Snows ... The Snows ...
 

Hey, by The Steppes

Hey, by the steppes, and by the dark ravines
The campaign marches forth with iron pikes.
He who's brave, now, let him come on with us, |
Let us all be knights, O you young men! | (2)
 
We will not fight just for anyone
We'll not be mercenaries, for no one
For Ukraine, now, we all will live forever|
And for her let's loose our heads together. | (2)
 
Every enemy comes here to free us,
And he steals the land for himself,
For a grave, now, will he have the land, |
On that grave will our freedom blossom! | (2)
 
Fly, O song, underneath the heavens,
To Ukrainians do speak to all their hearts
Let our will, now, always be here with us, |
But to the enemies desire let it be an end! | (2)
 
--------------------------------------
 
Hey, by the steppes, and by the dark ravines
The campaign marches forth with iron pikes.
He who's brave, now, let him come on with us, |
Let us all be knights, O you young men! | (2)
 

The Heavens Did Weep

The heavens did weep on the days of remembrance,
Washing down the grief with a cold rain.
Tears of farewell rolled out within the soul,
Leaving in the heart something unexplored ...
Leaning over her son there at the end,
He was her only one, her only hope ...
In a black scarf, with sacrificial wailing
To him, in farewell she had said:
 
Chorus:
For fortune, I nurtured you, my beloved son,
And I had thought - you would be my support.
I'm sorry, dear mother, I loved Ukraine,
I will be coming to you in a dream ...
 
You will see me in the fragrant kalyna
Gently blooming in the garden there under the window.
And also in the fortunate new Ukraine,
In the radiant Easter at our table!
When you put on, with your father a festive shirt
Remembering that day you gave birth in a thunderstorm,
My soul will be with you in the corner
Wiping away tears gently from your eyes ...
 
Chorus.
 
Recitative:
The heavens did weep on the days of remembrance,
Washing down the grief with a cold rain.
Tears of farewell rolled out within the soul,
Leaving in the heart something unexplored ...
 
Chorus.
 
To you I will come...
To share a page with you:
 

Why didn't you come

Why didn't you come dear, when the moon appeared,
As I was waiting for you so?
Or you didn't have a steed, or didn't know the path to me,
Mother would not let you go?
 
-I had a horse and I knew the path of course,
And mother let me leave,
Little sister at home, although not yet grown,-
Hid the saddle, little thief.
 
And the older sister found it,
She saddled the steed.
-Hey, go brother, to the girl,
That was waiting for you.
 
-A small river flows, down,
If I want to - I can jump over and hide.
Give me away, mama,
For the one I like.
 
My mother gave me away
For an old man
Told me to honor him
Like I would a young one
 
I honored him for a year, I honored him for two,
On the third one I couldn't take it anymore.
I turned into a grey cuckoo
And flew into the world.
 
I flew through the grove and sprinkled the earth
Tiny tears falling on the land.
I flew through the grove, branches I broke
With my white hands.
 
I flew into the garden and began to cuckoo
On the guelder rose, in the garden.
And began to cuckoo, feeling pity and blue,
Grief in a strange land.
 

The Pine is Burning, All Aglow,

The pine is burning, all aglow,
The pine is burning, all aglow, where the young maiden, she did stand.
There the young maiden, did stand.
The pine is burning, all aglow, where the young maiden, she did stand.
There the young maiden, did stand.
 
There the young maiden, she did stand (2)
There combing out-, her blond braid. (2)
 
O my braid, beloved braids (2)
You have all served, me for so long .(2)
 
You'll be, no longer serving me (2)
Under the white-, veil you will go. (2)
 
Under the veil and scarf you'll go (2)
never a maid, again you'll be. (2)
 
Under the white veil, all in fringe (2)
Never to be-, with the boys .(2)
 
Under the veil and wedding crown (2)
Never again-, crowned you'll be. (2)
 
Under the white veil, dancing (2)
Never with maidens there to be .(2
 
The pine and fir are burning,(2)
A boy has loved me from afar,(2)
 
A boy has loved me for ever more,(2)
Now he's already my husband(2).
 

I Grew Up in Ukraine

I grew up in Ukraine,
I grew up, where the bushy kalyna
Every spring would bloom,
Entertaining me with her white blossoms.
Here I braided corn flowers in my hair,
Here with tears I begged my dear mother,
That she would embroider me a shirt,
Here, in my life, I first fell in love!
 
CHORUS:
This is my land! This is my country! )
Here is my clan! Here is my family! )
These forests, fields, mountains and meadows, )
You are my native Ukraine! )2
 
Here the rye and the wheat does sway,
Here do flow the pure well spring waters,
We have the most beautiful girls in the world,
The people are generous, rich in their souls.
So come do visit us in Ukraine,
Here they'll always greet you with hospitality,
Songs do flow from house to house,
For here our people know how to sing!
 

In Bethlehem Shines a Star

In Bethlehem there shines a star, there they play, they play.
Play the angels on the wide-golden bandura,
Play the angels on the wide-golden bandura,
 
The Most pure Virgin bore a son, there they play, they play.
Play the Kings on the wide-silver bandura,
Play the Kings on the wide-silver bandura.
 
She bore a son, swaddled him the manger, there they play, they play.
Play the shepherds on a copper bandura,
Play the shepherds on a copper bandura
.
Swaddled him the manger, so named Him Jesus, there they play, they play.
Play the minstrels on a bright-new bandura,
Play the minstrels on a bright-new bandura.
 
My dear Son, these are your people, grant God, grant God,
Fortune, freedom, good fate to your people,
Fortune, freedom, good fate to your people.
 

I belive in the Lord

l do trust in God - entrust in Him my very life
To the Lord who is Holy - I do give all my heart
With Jesus I do spend my every moment
I entrust to Him every kind of thing
 
Chorus:
I believe in the Lord
I believe in Christ
I believe in the Lord
I believe in Christ
 
O God, O God - you are my salvation !
Like a cliff - like a fortress is your Holy Name!
O God, O God - you are my sure protection !
O King of Kings ! I do so trust in you )2
 
I do trust in God, All His Holy words
He is always with me, He hears all my prayers
Strong and almighty is the Holy God
I do love Christ He is my salvation
 
I do trust in God He's my earthly Shepherd
I do trust in God He is righteous and He's Holy
To Christ I entrust my every day
My Lord leads me to my heavenly home
 

By Your Cross I Stand

By your cross I stand,
O, my beloved savior,
Sincerely I pray, do grant onto me )
For my sins true sorrow. )2
 
For me now you suffer,
For me you're crucified,
For my grievous sins, all my transgressions )
You sacrifice yourself. )2
 
O, my dear Jesus,
Your countless sufferings
Do call out to us, calling all of us )
To your ardent true love. )2
 
O, your precious wounds,
Though with out lips or voice,
Stronger then could words, they do call me out )
to sorrow and repentance, )2
 
Do grant onto me
To remember all of them,
And to truly love you, to greatly fear sin, )
Always to glorify you! )2
 

Ukrainian Folk Song: “The fog’s over the ravine, the valley”

Versions: #2
Ukrainian Folk Song: “The fog’s over the ravine, the valley”
 
The fog’s over the ravine, the valley,
‘hind the mist, nothing can be seen,
One can see only an oak, green,
Under that oak, there was a well,
By which there stood a girl,
Who took water and dropped a gold pail,
A lad’s heart, she has put in flames.
“The guy who will get the pail for me,
That lad, on the wed-shawl ‘ll be”.
There responded a lad from the grove:
“I will get the small pail for thee,
And, you’ll stand on the wed-shawl with me,
Let the fog flow out to the dell,
If I’m lucky, I will wed the girl”.
 
Translation from Ukrainian into English by Ivan Petryshyn