Sukhyi Dub [English translation]

No matter how long did I cry,

The grief is still the same,

I started singing song -

So I started forgetting the grief.

I walk, women judge me

And they count my years

I'm not a rose, I'm not a guelder rose -

I will never fade

Accordionist, oh accordionist,

You have curly hair

Whichever cap you wear

It is either too big, or too small...

Accordionist, oh accordionist

He eats onion very well,

But when he walks down the street,

He shouts: "Where's onion?"

Hey, there's a dried oak on the hill (x2)

And a nut-tree is in the valley.

Under the sounds of your harmonica

I can't sing well enough

Either you are playing wrong,

Or I am singing wrong.

I danced and danced,

Then I saw I'm lost

The harmonist is a handsome guy,

l fell in him.

Hey, there's a dried oak on the hill (x2)

- DakhaBrakha

I used to start singing,

Substituting a nightingale

And now, my friend Nina,

C'mon substitute me.

I've lost my voice,

I became husky

Betrayal, then love,

It has tortured me.

Hey, there's a dried oak on the hill (x2)

And a nut-tree is in the valley.