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“Oj verše, mij verše,” Lemko region,
Oh mountains, my green mountains.
It will never again be like it used to be.
I shouldn’t have left mama;
I shouldn’t have gone where I went.
I shouldn’t have loved who I loved.
It will never again be like it was last year.
A wreath will never again blossom for
me on the apple tree.