Текст песни Тарас Шевченко - Тарасова ніч

TARASO NIGHT

At the crossing, the kobzar is sitting
But playing on the Kobza
Around guys and girls
Like a poppy flourishes.
Playing kobzar, singing
Pronunciation in words
Like Muscovites, hordes, straps
Fought with the Cossacks
How was the ghost girl going?
On Sunday morning,
How was the Kozachenka hid
In the green rampage.
Playing kobzar, singing
It's a bad laugh ...

"There was once Hetmanate,
It will not come back! ..

The cloud rises because of Liman
And another from the field
Ukraine was shaken -
That's her destiny!
He fell asleep, wept,
Like a baby
Nobody saves her ...
Cossacks die
Fame glory, homeland,
No where to go.
They grow unbaptized
Cossack children
Love the unbelievers
Without pop hiding
Faith sold to the Jews
The church is not allowed!
Like that hole the field runs out
Lahi, uniates
They fly - there is nobody
Give me the tips.
Nalivaiko talked -
There is no crochet!
Cossack Pavlyuga called
She was laughing at her!
Said Taras Crazy
Bitter tears:
"My poor Ukraine,
Stop by the straw!
Ukraine, Ukraine!
My little one, little!
As I remember you, the edge,
Cry a little bit ...
Where did the Cossacks go
Red zhupany
Where did share-freedom go?
Bunchuki? Getmans
Where did you go Burnt down
And whether it has flooded
The blue sea is your mountains
High graves? ..
The mountains are silent, the sea is playing
Graves are sad
And over Cossack children
Poles dominate.
Play the sea, silence, mountains
Tumble, rampant, field -
Cry, children of cossack
This is your destiny! "