Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Три літа

THREE YEARS

And day not day, and goes not goes,
And the summer arrow
They fly by, take away
All is well with myself.
Steal good thoughts,
Oh cold stone
They break our hearts
And they sing amen,
Amen to all merry
Singular,
And throw at the crossroads
Blind cripple.
Small three summers
They flew in vain ...
And a lot in my house
They did evil.
Devastated the poor
My heart is quiet,
Extinguished all well,
They lit famously,
Dried with soot-smoke
Those good tears,
That flowed with Katrusya
On the Moscow road,
That prayed with the Cossacks
In Turkish captivity,
And Oksana, my star,
My good fortune
That the day of God was washed ...
They haven't crept in yet
Evil summer; and all that
They stole it at once.
Pity and father, pity and mother,
And a faithful wife,
Young, cheerful,
Chest,
It is a great pity, my brothers;
It is difficult to feed
Small children unwashed
In an unheated house,
Severe disaster, but not like that,
How stupid,
What will love, get married,
And she to the second
Sold in three steps
And he laughs at him.
From de liho! From where the heart
It will break together!
This is how evil will happen
And it happened to me:
People loved their hearts
And people loved,
And they greeted him,
Played, praised ...
And the summers crept quietly
And the tears dried up,
Tears of sincere love;
And I see through
Became a little ... I look after -
Not to mention
Around me, wherever I look,
Not people, but snakes ...
And my tears dried up,
Tears of youth.
And now I will break
Heart poison goy,
And I do not weep, nor do I sing,
And howl owl.
This is what you want
That's what you do:
Do not despise loudly,
Do secretly praise
My thoughts; equally
Will not return again
Summer of my youth,
A cheerful word.
He won't come back ... And I'm with my heart
I will not return to you.
And I don't know where to go,
Where will I cling,
And who will I talk to,
Who to entertain,
And before whom are my thoughts
Will I confess?
My thoughts! my years
Heavy three summers,
Who do you lean towards,
My evil children?
Do not lean towards anyone,
Go home to sleep ...
And I will go the fourth hour
New meet;
Good morning, new year
In last year's shrine,
What do you bring to Ukraine?
In a patchwork bag?
"Prosperity, by decree
Newcomers. "
Go healthy, but don't forget
Worship the poor.