Oy, the kalina is blooming in the field by the brook, I fell in love with a young lad.
I fell in love with a young lad to my own demise:
I can't let it out -- I can't find the words!


He lives, not knowing anything about
The maiden who thinks of him.

By the brook the kalina sheds its blooms,
But a maiden's love will never pass!


A maiden's love gets stronger every day,
How can I come to talk of it?
I walk, not daring to give my words full reign.

Oh my darling, figure it out for yourself!