Тиха вода [Tykha voda] [English translation]

Quiet water, quiet water, and on Beskydy lem,

For awhile, for awhile I didn't talk to my dear man.

I would love, I would love to drink the water there,

I would love, I would love to talk to my dear.

My dear said, my dear said, That he will ask me sweet ,

When on the hill, when on the hill he will mow the wheat.

He mowed, he mowed and already the autumn is gone,

He got married, took another, and left me all alone.

Don't rip, my dear, sweet raspberries don't rip my dear,

Oh, don't love, oh, don't deceive two girls at once this year.

Because to love two maidens is to betray and cheat:

One is crying, one is crying, the other just enjoy it.