Yakiv Stepovyi: The Art Songs 1

The word

Thought follows thought

Thought

The blacksmith (I)

O mother earth!

My captive thought

Not in silk swaddling clothes

Sorrow and joy

The sun of warmth and kindness

In winter

My despair

Blossoms in the valley

A century of oppression

Fields

The cove

Unto the mountains

Evening

Behind the grove

O cherished word

The valleys slumber

My soul has blossomed

Do not take the willow from the green grove

Once song poured forth from me

Soon the sun will laugh

Not all sorrows have died

Flowers don't bloom in winter

Do not sing happy songs