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Ukrainian folk songs<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Sung by: Kateryna Artemenko<\/strong>, artist of the Ivan Franko National Academic Drama Theater<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s no dance in all the world like the kolomyika<\/em> \u2014
It pulls the soul straight out of my heart.
When I play, when I sing, my sorrow fades away \u2014
Our kolomyika holds such wondrous power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Play for me, musicians, with your white, slender fingers \u2014
Let me dance awhile with my dark-browed darling.
Oh, musician, your hands are made of gold \u2014
You draw my soul into distant worlds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, fiddles carved of linden wood, with strings of periwinkle \u2014
When I play, the sound will reach clear to Ukrainka.
Now I\u2019ll play for myself, now I\u2019ll sing like a bird,
And when misfortune comes \u2014 I\u2019ll fly away on wings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guelder rose blooms white and bears red fruit,
Great love so often leads the heart to grief.
The blackthorn blooms because its roots run deep \u2014
Who\u2019s never loved has never known sorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thought, so young, that the sun was rising \u2014
But it was my dark-browed love walking through the garden.
I thought it was a falcon soaring in the sky \u2014
But it was my dear black-browed one riding by on horseback.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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