Fog in the ravine, the fog's in the valley. (2)
Because of that fog nothing can be seen.(2)
Just the green oak tree there standing.(2)
Under that oak there a well had stood.
From that well a young maid took water.
And she dropped in there a golden pail.
This much saddened a young kozak's dear heart.
And who'll get that pail for me.
It will be he who with me, on a towel will stand.
Answered her, a young man, a young kozak .(2)
I will retrieve this, your pail for you.(2)
Together with you on a towel I'll stand.(2)
Fog in the ravine, the fog's in the valley(2)