I walk through the garden, leading my horse
Because of my mother.
I walk unwed.
Because of my mother,
I walk unwed.
Oh, the sun rises over the hills, dew falls on the grass, and the girl dresses up, waiting for her
Cossack by the gate.
Mother says:
"My dear daughter, do not worry, there will come that happy springtime
When your beloved arrives.
Because of my mother.
I walk unwed.
Because of my mother,
I walk unwed.
Oh, the sun rises over the hills, dew falls on the grass, and the girl dresses up, waiting for her
Cossack by the gate.
Mother says:
"My dear daughter, do not worry, there will come that happy springtime
When your beloved arrives.