Текст песни Тарас Шевченко - І мертвим, і живим...

smerkaє , i svіtaє ,
Day of God minaє ,
² znovu people potomleny ,
² all spochivaє .
Tіlki I mov Cursed ,
² ³ nich pay day
On rozputtyah velelyudnih ,
² nіhto not bachit ,
² bachit not , i do not znaє -
Ogluhli not smell ;
Kaidanow mіnyayutsya ,
Torguyut righteousness .
² gentlemen znevazhayut -
people zapryagayut
In tyazhkі yoke . Oryut famously ,
Dashing zasіvayut ...
And scho like ? Pobachite ,
Yakі will attempt stubble !
Shamenіtsya , nedolyudi ,
Dіti yurodivі !
Podivіtsya paradise quiet,
Your kraїnu !
Polyubіte schirim sericite
Velika ruїnu !
Rozka bro!
At the edge of a stranger
Suka not , do not harbor
OF SCHO nemaє
² on nebі and not tіlki
On stranger polі .
In svoїy hatі its second true
² strength , i will.

Nema on svіtі of Ukraine ,
Nemaє other Dnipra ,
A ban on vie chuzhinu
Shukati kind of good,
Goodness saint.
Volya ! Volya !
Braterstva of inverse !
Nayshli ,
Carrying , carrying someone else's field h
I in Ukraїnu brought Great words of great power,
That second bіlsh nіchogo .
Holla
Scho God created you not to those
Dwellers vie nepravdі worshiped ! ..
² hilites , yak i hililis !
² znovu skin fights
W bratіv nezryaschih , grechkosіїv ,
² Sontsya - truth dozrіvat
In nіmetskі zemlі not chuzhії ,
Preti znovu ! ..
Yakbi take all the I mіzerіyu s themselves,
Dіdami of stolen good
Todі leave bi orphan G Holy mountains Dnipro !

Oh, yakbi those steels dwellers ve not Vertan ,
Dwellers there i zdihali de vie shoots !
Do not cry b dіti , mother would not Ridala ,
Chuli not used the god vashoї fuck .
² sontse not grіlo b smerdyachogo pus
On chistіy , shirokіy on volnіy zemlі .
² people would not know scho vie for Orly
Not used the I nodded head at you .

SKHAMENІTSYA ! budbte people
Bo famously you bude !
Rozkuyutsya nezabarom
Zakovanі people
Nastane court zagovoryat
² ³ Dnipro burn!
² leak storіkami
Shelter from the sea sinє
Dіtey your ... i do not bude
To pomagati .
Odtsuraєtsya his brother
² Ditin mother.
² Dim hmary intercede
The Sun in front of you ,
² navіki proklenetes

Svoїmi sinami !
Umiytesya ! the image of God
Bagno not skvernіte .
Not durіte dіtey your ,
Scho stink on svіtі
Those tіlki , dwellers panuvat ...
Bo nevchene eye
Take a look at the very soul of їm
Gliboko ! gliboko !
Doznayutsya nebozhata ,
Ences on you skin,
That second zasudyat , i WISDOM
Nemudrі stupefy !

Yakbi vie vchilis so yak requires
Then d mudrіst bi bula own .
And zalіzete the sky :
"I do not mi mi , i I'm not me ,
² all those bachiv , all i know
Nema ni hell, anі paradise.
Nemaє th god tіlki me!
That kutsy nіmets uzluvaty ,
A bіlsh nіkogo ! .. "-" Dobre , brother ,
Scho Well takeє minute ? "

" Let him Tell
Nіmets . Mi not znaєm . "
Otak something vie navchaєtes
At the edge of a stranger !
Nіmets say: " Wee Mogul" .
" Moholy ! Moholy ! "
Golden Tamerlane
Onuchata golі .
Nіmets say: " Wee slov'yani ."
" Slov'yani ! slov'yani ! "
Glorious pradіdіv great
Grandchildren poganі !
² Collard reading
W usієї Seeley
² Safarik , i Hanka ,
I in slov'yanofіli
So i pret ... ² vsі MTIE
Slov'yanskogo Luda -
Vsі znaєte . A svoєї
Dusty bі ... Kolis will
I on - svoєmu spake ,
Yak nіmets SHOW
That before the first іstorіyu
Our Rozkazhy us -
Otodі zahodimos E ! ..
Dobre sunset
By showing nіmetskomu
² talking
So , scho th nіmets not in a hurry ,
Great teacher ,
And not those dwellers prostі people .
A ґvaltu ! and cry !
" Garmonіya ² , ³ force
RM is the second godі .
A Istoria ! .. Poem
Free people !
Scho Ti Romans ubogі !
Chortzna - scho - not Bruti !
We Bruti ! i Cocles !
Slavnі , nezabutі !
We will virostala ,
Dnіprom umivalas ,
At the head burn slalom
Steppe ukrivalas ! "
Krov'yu Won umivalas ,
And slept on kupah ,
On Kozatska freestyle corpses
Okradenih corpses !
Podivіtsya deprivation of good,
read znovu
Thuja glory. she read
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