Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Гайдамаки. ч.2

And I cry . In the meantime,
lush rows
Performers chiefs,
Centurion Lords
And Hetman - all in gold,
In my hut
They came , sat down beside me
And of Ukraine
Talk, tell ,
As January budovaly ,
As Cossacks baydakah
Thresholds passed ,
Like walking on blue,
Basking in Scutari
And as cradle zakuryvshy
In Poland, on the fire ,
Ukraine has returned ,
As benketovaly .
"Play , Kobza-player , lei , innkeeper !"
Cossacks cried .
The innkeeper knows pours
And no senses ;
Kobzar vshkvaryv and Cossacks -
How Khortytsya bend -
Metelitca and hopak
Ohayocon oddyrayut ;
Mug walks, moves ,
So dry.
"Walk , sir, without Skins ,
Walk , wind, field
Play, Kobza-player , lei , innkeeper ,
While the rise fate . "
Grasp the sides , navprysidky
Man with grandparents .
" That's it, kids! well , kids!
Ye lords "
Ataman at the feast,
Like the council ,
Pohozhayut , speak ;
the nobles community
Not vterpila , struck
Old legs.
And I look , looked,
Laugh tears.

I look , laugh , small utyrayu -
I am not alone , have someone to live in the world ;
In my hut, as in the vast desert ,
Cossacks walks, ravine noise ,
In my shack blue sea plays
Tomb sad, poplar noise,
Quietly Hryts girl sings -
I am not alone , have someone your age to live .

That's where my good money
That's where my praise ,
And thank you for counsel ,
Counsel of the wicked.
It will be with me as long as I live,
And the dead words
To outpouring of grief and tears .
Bye healthy
Go sons vyprovozhat
In the long journey.
Let go - maybe Naidu
Kozak old,
What greet my kids
Old tears.
It will be with me. I will say it again:
Mr. I LORDS.

Thus , Sitting at the end of the table,
Judge , I think :
Who asks ? who will?
Outside dawning ;
Extinguish month , burning sun.
Haydamaky arose
Prayed, dressed,
All around me were .
Sad, sad as orphans,
Silently pohylylys .
" Bless - say - Father,
As long as we have the strength ;
Bless search share
In the wide world . "
Wait ... the world - not the house,
And you little children
Fools . Who is the leader
Go before you?
Who will hold ? Disaster, children,
Woe to me with you!
Vykohav you, nurtured ,
Grown up a lot ,
Go to the people , and there are now
Everything was literate .
Sorry that is not learned,
For even though I beat him,
Good beat , and many
Learned some things !
TMA , mna know and oxy
Can not do the same now.
What you say ? Come, children,
Come on , ask .
I is the genuine father
( No native ) -
He gave me counsel you,
For I know the health ,
As the hard blukat world
Sirota without family ;
And besides - the soul sincere,
Cossack family,
Not odtsuravs the saying
What have sung ,
How small povyvala ,
The short spoken ;
Not odtsuravs the saying
What about Ukraine
A blind old man , yearning ,
Singing under the fence .
Likes it Duma truth
Kozatskuyu glory
Love it - let us go , children
On the board gently.
Had he not met me
In evil hour,
Long would still be kept
In the snow on them;
Be kept , and said,
"Yes ... kind of lazy ..."
Seriously , it's hard sick world
Without knowing why.
Passed to never dreamed of ! ..
Come on, guys ,
When I'm in a foreign country
Do not give pohybaty ,
Then you receive the welcomes ,
As your child.
And from his prayer,
Come along to Ukraine ! "
Hello same tattoo, in the house,
On your doorstep ,
Bless my children
In the long journey.