Дарина Хуртовина — Цілу ніч НЕ СПАЛА, Цілу ніч СКАКАЛА

He latched onto me by the store — A curly-haired, blue-eyed young guy. Blue-eyed young man, about eighteen, Asking me to teach him how to kiss: “If you help me carry the bags — I’ll show you what real kisses are.” The boy smiled sweetly, put me in the car — In that car I made a man out of the boy.

I didn’t sleep all night, I jumped all night, Well, what else do I need at my age? I jumped all night, screamed half the night, Then till dawn I played the flute. I didn’t sleep all night, half the night I counted The little stars in the night sky. And the boy didn’t sleep either — the boy was working — Couldn’t tear himself away from my little flower.

And the boy won’t leave me alone, Like a ghost, like a shadow, he follows me everywhere. [?] He says: “Lady, I barely got the lesson — Let me try that sweet thing one more time.”

I didn’t sleep all night, I jumped all night, Well, what else do I need at my age? I jumped all night, screamed half the night, Then till dawn I played the flute. I didn’t sleep all night, half the night I counted The little stars in the night sky. And the boy didn’t sleep either — the boy was working — Couldn’t tear himself away from my little flower.

Though I’m no longer young, no slender girl, When I remember that flute — my knees start shaking.

I didn’t sleep all night, I jumped all night, Well, what else do I need at my age? I jumped all night, screamed half the night, Then till dawn I played the flute. I didn’t sleep all night, half the night I counted The little stars in the night sky. And the boy didn’t sleep either — the boy was working — Couldn’t tear himself away from my little flower.