Текст песни ГМД Вертеп - Ой, вигострю товариша
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Ой вигострю товариша,
Засуну в халяву
Та й піду шукати правди
І тієї слави,
Ой, піду я не лугами,
І не берегами,
А піду я не шляхами,
А понад шляхами.
Я спитаю в жидовина,
Багатого пана,
У шляхтича поганого
В поганім жупані,
У ченця, як трапиться,
Нехай не гуляє,
А Святе Письмо читає,
Людей научає.
Щоб брат брата не різали
Та не обкрадали,
Та в москалі вдовиченка,
Щоб не оддавали.
Щоб брат брата не різали
Та не обкрадали,
Та в москалі вдовиченка,
Щоб не оддавали.
Ой вигострю товариша,
Засуну в халяву
Та й піду шукати правди
І тієї слави,
Ой, піду я не лугами,
І не берегами,
А піду я не шляхами,
А понад шляхами.
Oh my friend
I'm in a freebie
Yes, and I'll go look for the truth
And that glory
Oh, I'll go to the meadows
And not shore
But I will not go by the ways
And more ways.
I will ask the Jew
Rich lord
The gentry is bad
In bad sight
The monk, as it happens,
Do not walk
And reads the Holy Scripture
People are taught.
That the brother of brother was not cut
But they did not steal
Yes, in Moscow, a widow,
To not give up.
That the brother of brother was not cut
But they did not steal
Yes, in Moscow, a widow,
To not give up.
Oh my friend
I'm in a freebie
Yes, and I'll go look for the truth
And that glory
Oh, I'll go to the meadows
And not shore
But I will not go by the ways
And more ways.
I'm in a freebie
Yes, and I'll go look for the truth
And that glory
Oh, I'll go to the meadows
And not shore
But I will not go by the ways
And more ways.
I will ask the Jew
Rich lord
The gentry is bad
In bad sight
The monk, as it happens,
Do not walk
And reads the Holy Scripture
People are taught.
That the brother of brother was not cut
But they did not steal
Yes, in Moscow, a widow,
To not give up.
That the brother of brother was not cut
But they did not steal
Yes, in Moscow, a widow,
To not give up.
Oh my friend
I'm in a freebie
Yes, and I'll go look for the truth
And that glory
Oh, I'll go to the meadows
And not shore
But I will not go by the ways
And more ways.