Fotograma d'Ombres dels nostres avantpassats obidats, Sergei Paradjanov

-Sing Ivanko, as you can. I shall sing for you so that you won't understand.

-Tell me, tell me, girl, where have I lost my mind? 

 Or maybe you've hidden it in a birch-tree or in a poplar?

-When we fell in love even dry oaks began to blossom. 

 And when we parted, the lilacs withered.

-Oh, my sweet Marichka, my talkative bird. 

 If only we had been destined to love each other for one summer.

-Remember me Ivanko, at least twice a day. 

 I remember you seven times an hour. 

 And the apple tree's shed its flowers. 

 We had fallen in love as early as children.

-Oh I went to the meadow and saw a bird there. 

 What are you doing now, my dark-haired Marichka? 

 Oh Marichka, I can't forget you!  

 Oh, we'll never be together!