Stefaniia mamo, mamo Stefaniia
Mother Stefania, mother Stefania
Rozkvitaie pole, a vona syviie
The field is blooming, and she is turning gray
Zaspivai meni mamo kolyskovu
Sing me a lullaby, mother
Khochu shche pochuty tvoie ridne slovo
I still want to hear your native word
Vona mene kolysala dala meni rytm
She rocked me and gave me a rhythm
I napevne sylu voli ne zabraty v mene, bo dala vona
And for sure, willpower cannot be taken away from me, because she gave it
Napevne znala mozhe bilshe i vid Solomona
She probably knew more from Solomon
Lomanymy dorohamy pryidu ya zavzhdy do tebe
I will always come to you by broken roads
Vona ne rozbudyt, ne budyt, mene v sylni buri
She won't wake me up, she won't wake me up in strong storms
Zabere v babuli dvi duli, niby vony kuli
He will take away the grandmother's two muzzles, as if they were bullets
Duzhe dobre znala mene ne bula obmanuta
She knew me very well and was not deceived
Yak bula duzhe vtomlena, hoidala mene v takt
As she was very tired, she rocked me to the beat
Liuli liuli liuli hoi
Luly luly luly goy
Stefaniia mamo, mamo Stefaniia
Mother Stefania, mother Stefania
Rozkvitaie pole, a vona syviie
The field is blooming, and she is turning gray
Zaspivai meni mamo kolyskovu
Sing me a lullaby, mother
Khochu shche pochuty tvoie ridne slovo
I still want to hear your native word
Ya ne v pelenakh no ma no ma, khvatyt
I'm not in diapers, no, no, that's enough
Yak by ya ne vyris na vyrist za rechi platyt
No matter how much I grow, growth pays for things
Ya ne mala dytyna, vona dali nervy tratyt
I am not a small child, she continues to lose her temper
Ya huliav, shliak by tebe trafyv
I was walking, the slag would have hit you
Ty vse moloda o mamo na piku
You are still young, mother, at your peak
Yakshcho ne tsiniu opiku na piku slavy meni v tupiku
If I don't appreciate care at the peak of fame, I'm at a dead end
Zabyvaite piku tsiu piku, ya by popik spik, svoieiu liubov′iu
Kill this peak, I would kill the spike, with my love
Liuli liuli liuli hoi
Luly luly luly goy
Stefaniia mamo, mamo Stefaniia
Mother Stefania, mother Stefania
Rozkvitaie pole, a vona syviie
The field is blooming, and she is turning gray
Zaspivai meni mamo kolyskovu
Sing me a lullaby, mother
Khochu shche pochuty tvoie ridne slovo
I still want to hear your native word
Stefaniia mamo, mamo Stefaniia
Mother Stefania, mother Stefania
Rozkvitaie pole, a vona syviie
The field is blooming, and she is turning gray
Zaspivai meni mamo kolyskovu
Sing me a lullaby, mother
Khochu shche pochuty tvoie ridne slovo
I still want to hear your native word