29.04.2018
“I ‘D FLY TO THE EDGE OF SPHERES”
( a Lemko Folk Song)I’d fly to the edge of Spheres,
Like a free field wind ‘thout fear,
Hey! To the New World verge.
But I’ll grieve for you, hay shed, (2 times)
I’ll weep and regret.
I will rue you, my sheep, gray,
That I nourished every day,
Hey! I’ll bemoan you!
I’ll feel pain for peaks, hills, land,
For the streams, glens and stands,
All-green, I’ll miss you!
I’ll be in pain for valleys’ slopes,
As, here, my breed abode,
Hey! I feel for you!
Though, I’m in need, I won’t leave (2 times),
For the New World verge.
I won’t leave my native edge,
As, here, to mum, I pledged,
Hey, my mother dear…
Here, I took my steps first,
Here, I’ve lived since my birth,
The time of my youth.
Translation from Ukrainian into English by Ivan Petryshyn