Blackthorn in bloom

Blackthorn in bloom,
Oh, blackthorn in bloom.
Flowers are falling
On the ground with gloom.
Those who don’t love
Don’t feel the sorrow.
Those who don’t care
Won’t feel the hollow.

Young tender girl,
Oh, young tender girl.
Sitting with sad eyes
And combing her curls.
Now she knows sorrow –
She can’t sleep, can’t eat.
Now she feels hollow,
Her tears like a sleet.

Sitting till light,
Oh, waiting till light.
Near the window
Pass her every night.
Feeling like in rope
She can’t fall asleep.
Loosing all her hope
Again starts to weep.

‘Cause her sweetheart,
Oh, her sweetheart
Gone far away and
Now they are apart.
He had left her
‘Cause of other one’s.
Now it’s for sure:
There’s no other chance.

Blackthorn in bloom,
Oh, blackthorn in bloom.
Beautiful eyes
Now full of gloom.
That whom avoided,
She has grown fond of.
Flowers has faded
Just like his fake love.

*По мотивам украинской народной песни "Цвіте терен"