Текст песни Тарас Шевченко - Сон2

We're flying. I look, until it shines,

The edge of the sky is burning,

Nightingale in a dark grove

The sun is setting.

The wind is blowing softly,

Steppes, doe dreams,

Between the gullies over the joints

The willows are green.

Ornate gardens have sloped,

Poplar at will

They stand for themselves as a watchman,

Talking to the field.

And that's the whole country

Enveloped in beauty,

Greenery, washed

Small dew,

Ever since,

The sun meets ...

And that is not the beginning,

And there is no edge!

Nobody gets it

And it won't destroy ...

And all that ... My soul, / 268 /

What do you miss?

My poor soul,

What are you crying for,

What are you sorry for? Can't you see

Can't you hear the human crying?

So look, look; and I'll fly

High, high above the blue clouds;

There is no power there, no punishment there,

There is human laughter, and I do not cry.

Look, in the paradise that you leave,

Latina pork is removed from the cripple,

They take off the skin because they have nothing to wear

The princes of the underage; and they crucify him

Widow for per capita, and sons forged,

An only son, an only child,

The only hope! in the army give!

Because, you see, a little! And there under the mud

Swollen baby, starving,

And to have wheat on a cornet is reaping.

And you see? Eyes! Eyes!

Why did you give up

Why aren't you almost dry,

The tears did not merge?

That is the cover of the sole

With the Beysters,

The father and mother looked away

And strangers do not accept!

Old men even shun !!

And the panic doesn't know

With the twenties, the drawback,

Sinks of soul!

Does God see from beyond the cloud

Our tears, woe?

Maybe she sees, but it helps

Like these mountains

Ancestors watered

Human blood! ..

My poor soul!

Only with you.

Let's hope the poison,

In a crisis we go to bed,

I will send the doom to God,

Ask him, / 269 /

How long is it in the seven worlds?

Katam rule ??

Fly, my doom, my fierce flour,

Take away all the evils, all the evils,

Your company - you grew up with them,

You made love to them, their heavy hands

You were called out. Take them, fly

But across the sky, the horde is dissolving.

Let it turn black, turn red,

Flames whistles,

Let the snake rig again,

The corpse hides the ground.

And without you I am somewhere

I keep my heart

In the meantime, I'm looking

To the end of the world I advise.

And again I fly over the earth, And again I say goodbye to her.

It's hard to leave your mother

In a dormitory house,

Even worse, look

On tears and patches.

I fly, I fly, and the wind blows,

The snow in front of me is white,

Round the hills and marshes,

Fog, fog and void.

People do not hear, do not know and do not follow

Human scary leg.

And enemies and enemies,

Goodbye, I'm not coming!

Rejoice, feast -

I will no longer hear

One for yourself forever

I spend the night in the snow.

And until you find out,

What else is a country,

Not spilled with tears, blood,

So I'll rest ...

Rest ... Already listening -

Shackled the shackles

Underground ... I'll see ...

O bad people! / 270 /

Where did you come from? What are you doing?

What are you looking for

Underground? No, already, probably,

I don't hide

And in heaven! .. What is the punishment for,

Why do I suffer?

To whom did I do anything?

Whose heavy hands

In the body the soul was buried,

The heart was lit.

And the needle force

Duma dissolved ??

For what, I do not know, and I am punished

And I am severely punished!

And when I redeem myself,

When on the edge,

Can't see and don't know !!