Willows Rustle by the Dam’s End - Ukrainian folk song

Performed by Musikia ensemble Ihor Kolomiiets, Iryna Synovets, Natalia Begma, Oksana Nikitiuk, Maria Skuratovskaya, Serhii Zadorozhnii, Yevhen Petronelli, Eugene Skurat Willows rustle by the dam’s end The ones which I planted... And there stands a Cossack also, The one which I had loved. Oh, there is no more Cossack — He left for Desna; Grow on, grow on, young lady, For yet another spring! She grew, she grew, the youthful girl And then the time arrived; She waited, waited on the Cossack And then she began to cry. Oh, don’t cry, little brown eyes — This is only your fate: Falling in love with a Cossack, While the moon is high! I did not fall in love with him — I loved my mother. And my mother, she made for me Some soft knitted cloths. She wove one, she wove another, Then she came to the third. She waited, waited on the Cossack And then she began to cry. Green cucumbers, Little yellow flowers... But none of my darling, My brown eyes are crying! My eyes are hurting, hurting, And my heart, it aches. For I’ve seen none of my dearest — and it is not fair!