“Vishyvanka” – Ukrainian folk song

From the evening of the anxious right up to the wound
The girl embroidered a embroidered shirt.
The girl embroidered, embroidered,

Black that red thread put.
Oh, that black thread is suffering,
And a red thread is a kohannya.
That black thread often broke,
And the red thread easily fell off.

Like I’m going to a party in the evening,
I will give a cute vyshivanka.
Take, my falcon, and do not be angry,
Will you wear її near your heart.

From the evening of the anxious right up to the wound
The girl embroidered a embroidered shirt.
The girl embroidered, embroidered,
I put my soul into that vishivanka.

“Vishite, matusya, vishivanka” – vocal ensemble “Spіvanochka”

Vishite, matusya, vyshivanka,
De barvisti b the flowers rose.
Tі, scho pardoned the bell,
You, who were the most expensive.

Respite:
Vishita viburnum obigry sina,
The bird on the viburnum sum-zhurbu bites …
My Ukraine, my words,
Hai do not change your vishitya.

Hai in the time of early separation
Vishivanka is a bitter soul,
Bo її your hands were pushing,
Your kindness flourished.

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Vіdshumіla vіku half,
Mom’s Vishivanka is still …
Pivniki chervonim on Kalin
The black thread adds confusion.

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“My shirt-vishivanka” – band “Strings of the heart”

My embroidered shirt
In prayer, sew rows, for the happiness of all my roads
Її wear nasolod, and on weekdays, and at the holy hour
Love before her is not fashion, out of the heart at every hour
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My shirt is embroidered
Hiba is so beautiful
My shirt is embroidered
In her the spirit of the people is risen
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My lands are clean like, they took away vishittya
He has legends of my kind, he has a tradition of maybuttya
Just ornaments barvista, I read their dumb books
Patterns of language promeniste, for all comings
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My shirt is embroidered
In her the spirit of the people is risen…
My shirt is embroidered
In her the spirit of the people is risen.

“Vishyvanka” – Oleg Vinnik

To the face of a vishivanka, tobі to the face,
You are happy, you laugh without a break!
Juicy rich colors,
Like a Svitanka for a bright evening!
The ornamental lobes are intertwined,
I have grown on the vіki with patterns,
Nibi heart is hotter than your heart!

Respite:
Put on a vishyvanka, my Ukraine!
Go to the holy all my family!
In vyshivantsi chestnut and acacia!
You and I-I!
Put on a vishyvanka, my Ukraine!
Go to the holy all my family!
In vyshivantsi chestnut and acacia!
You and I-I-I!..

At the table the whole motherland, at the table
The tablecloth is embroidered with a cross!
Smell of a saint and joy of a cow! –
Remember tsi hvilini! Remember!..
Pigeons in the sky were white, pigeons,
So that life sparkled, love,
Nibi heart is hotter than your heart!

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“Mom’s shirt” – Nataliya May

My mother embroidered my shirt
Nenacha led a share with a cross
Schob dashing stitches did not joke
І to people friendly bula
Vikonuy donya – mom said
Law of life, simple truth
Don’t hurt the earth, what did it grow for you
Do not leave anyone at the bidi

Respite (2):
And my mother’s shirt was bila-bila
And mother’s shirt is sweet to the heart
And mother’s shirt zigrivaє
I її burn to the heart

Let the birds fly by
Matusi mows bloomed marvelously
I am embroidering a shirt
How mother embroidered me
Vikonuy donya – mom said
Law of life, simple truth
Don’t hurt the earth, what did it grow for you
Do not leave anyone at the bidi

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“Towel of embroidery” – Nataliya Tsar

Mother embroidered a holy towel,
Let him bless me in the light.
Spring clear colors,
Like flowers of Kalini, like hairs flowers.
On it is a barista’s raid-arc,
On it is a pearl of a sun of gold
І mother’s prayer of the promenist,
What mouth lifted to heaven.

Respite:
Towel of embroidering – like a walk down the road,
Here are the scarlet ones and the matus smile.
Towel of embroidery – like a share of the stem,
Here are my native lands and my Ukraine.

Rushnik of quarters
Wistelya merezhkoy me.
My amulet for a little rosewater,
On the screen, the word and sleepy songs.

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“Two colors of mine, two colors” – Dmytro Gnatyuk

Like I’m small climbing up
Drink at the world with unknown ways,
Mother’s shirt was sewn for me
Red and black threads.
My two colors, two colors,
Both on the canvas, both in my soul,
My two colors, two colors:
Chervone is love, and black is zhurba.
I was driven in the absence of life,
That I, turning back on my thresholds,
Intertwined, like mother’s shit,
My bag and radio roads.
My two colors, two colors,
Both on the canvas, both in my soul,
My two colors, two colors:
Chervone is love, and black is zhurba.
I fell into the eyes of the sivin,
But I don’t bring anything home,
Just a handful of old canvas
I hang my life on the new one.
My two colors, two colors,
Both on the canvas, both in my soul,
My two colors, two colors:
Chervone is love, and black is zhurba.

“Vishyvanka” – Dmytro and Nazariy Yaremchuk

Ukrainian is my vyshivanka
T my bіl, my flour and share;
I’m like a day without a sweater without you,
I’m without you, like zhayvir without a field

Respite:
Vyshivanko my Vyshivanko
Smerekovo-cherry zhaga,
Ty distant Carpathians polonyanka,
Ty Dnipra of my hvilya is alive.
I’m going around the world in vishivantsi
The crane gene is already marveling,
Hai streak cheerful crimson,
Ukraine is on the ground.

Ukrainian is my vyshivanko
You are my dove of thorns,
Hai sanctify your wounds
I sickle day of high.

“Vishivanka” – Ensemble “Promintsi”

I knitted a shirt, a vyshivanka,
I sit until early winter.
The girl’s brown eyes languished at the dawn,
And the dawns all shone, shone clear…

Respite:
Vichy-Vichy-Vichyvanku
Vishivatim to the wound,
And coral, mov z Kalini, –
This embellishment for the girl!(2)

I embroidered my own shirt –
I walk until early spring!
The girls’ clear eyes walked up to the dawn,
And the dawns all shone, shone clear…

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