Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Ісаія. Глава 35

Isaiah. CHAPTER 35

(Irritation)

Rejoice, the level is not flooded!
Rejoice, earth, not shrouded
Flowering cereals! Break up,
Pink Flourish Flourishes!
And you will prosper, you will grow green,
Like the saints of Jordan
Meadows are green, take care!
And Karmilov's honor and glory
Lebanese, not cunning,
Hide you dear,
Gold-woven, tricky,
Good and good willed,
His holy omophor.
And the people are dark, blind,
The miracles of the Lord will see.

And the slaves will die
Tired hands,
And the knees will rest,
Shackles shod!
Rejoice, O spirit,
Don't be afraid of miracles -
This is God judging, liberating
The long-suffering
You poor people. And rewards
Thieves for evil!

Then, as, Lord, holy
It is true to come to earth
Even though it will rest for an hour,
The blind see, and the blind,
Like a roar from a grove, they are wandering.
Mute mouth will open;
The word will break like water,
And the desert-desert is not flooded,
The healing water is washed,
Wake up; and they will flow
Fun rivers and lakes
The groves will sprout around,
Cheerful birds will come to life.

Steppes, lakes,
And not laymen,
And the free, the broad,
Everywhere the ways of the saints
Bedding; and they won't find it
The ways of those lords,
And slaves in those ways
Without violence and shouting
Going to buy,
Glad and fun.
And they will possess the wilderness
The fun of the village.