Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Іван Підкова

It was once - in Ukraine
Revolve guns;
It was once - Cossacks
Was able to dominate
They ruled, got out
And glory and will;
Passed - stayed
Tombs on the field.
The tall ones are graves
Where did you go to sleep
Cossack white body
Put on china.
The tall ones are graves
Blacken like mountains
But the will is empty in the field
With the winds talking.
Witness of the glory of the grandparents
Talking to the wind
And the grandson carries a braid in dew
He sings behind them.

It was once - in Ukraine
Disaster danced
Zhurba in the ham honey vodka
The supplier rolled.
It was once good to live
In that Ukraine ...
And remember! maybe heart
Though a little rest.

II

The black cloud is due to Liman
Sky, the sun is falling,
The blue sea is a beast
That's groaning, it's blowing
Dnieper's mouth flooded.
"Well, boy, boy
On the kayaks! The sea is playing -
Let's go for a walk! "

Cossacks poured out -
Lyman covered the boats.
"Play, the sea!" - they sang,
Waves closed.
Around the waves, like the mountains:
No earth or sky.
The heart melts, and the Cossacks
You just need it.
Flying and singing;
Fishing is flying ...
And there is an ataman ahead of you
Drives where he knows.
Walking along the kayak
Dry the cradle in the mouth;
Looks here and there -
Where is going to work?
Twisted black hair
At the ear of the chustin,
Raised a hat - the boats became.
"Let the enemy die!"
Not in Sinope, ataman,
Ladies and gentlemen,
And in Tsarrad, before the Sultan,
Let's go to visit! "
"Well, my father is ataman!" -
Circumcluster
"Thank you!" -
Put a hat.
Boiled again
Blue sea; along the kayak
It's coming again
Pan-ataman and on the wave
Silently looks.

[1839, St. Petersburg]