Текст песни Тарас Грегорович Шевченко - За байраком байрак

Behind the rampage of the ravine
Behind the rampage of the ravine
And there is the steppe and grave.
From the grave of the Cossack
From the grave of the Cossack
Rises gray, sloping.

Rises itself at night,
Goes to the steppe while walking
The song is sadly singing:
- They carried the earth
Thai went home
And nobody will remember.

We are here three hundred, like glass,
Society fell down!
And the earth does not accept.
How did the hetman introduce
At the yoke of Christians,
Sending us to steal

On its own land
Their blood was poured out
And they killed the brother.
Brother's blood broke down
And they fell there
In the grave is sworn. -

And he was silent, he fell silent
And I fell on the spear
Becoming on the grave itself.
Pondered on the Dnipro
He cried hard, lamented,
Blue waves mumbled.

From the Dnieper from the village
The moon is buzzing
The third cocks sang.
Cossack failed
Fierce ferocious
And the grave moaned.