Фонди українського радіо “Золоті ключі”
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From ukrainian radio “Golden Keys” funds
lyrics
Поїхав чумак,
да й у Крим по сіль.
Да воли його захрамали,
ще й чумак заслаб.
Ой заслаб, заслаб,
під возом лежить.
Та ніхто його не спитає,
що в нього болить.
Болить чумаку
живіт, голова.
Та зостаються дробниє дєткі, жінка молода.
Ой ви чумаки,
рідн брати,
да як будете волів напасати, напасіть й мої.
Рикнули воли,
стоячи в ярмі -
Да помер, помер наш хазяїн в чужой стороні.
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Went Chumak,
And to the Crimea for salt.
And his oxen began to limp,
And Chumak got sick
Oh sick, sick,
Laying under the cart.
And nobody asks him
What hurts him
Hurts him, Chumak,
His stomach or his head
And there are le his li le children And a young wife
Hey you, Chumaks
Dear brothers,
When you’ll pasture your oxen Pasture mine, too
Roared the oxen
Staying in the oxbow-
Our owner died
In a foreign land
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