Ой ходить сон коло вікон / Oy Khodyt Son (النوم يمشي قرب النوافذ)

The Dream passes by the windows, And Sleepiness by the fence. The Dream asks Sleep: "Where should we stay the night?" Where the cottage is warm, Where the little child is tiny, There we will go to stay the night, And rock the little child. There we will rest, And lull the child to sleep: Sleep, sleep, my little falcon, Sleep, sleep, my little dove.