Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Великий льох. Три лірники. ч.2

Dig a day, dig two,
On the third with difficulty
Digged to the wall
And rested a bit.
They set up guards.
The warden asks,
That nobody let,
And in Chigrin reports
According to the authorities. Arrived
Mordate's superiors,
Surprised. "It is necessary," he says, "
The arches break,
Do the right thing ... ». Broke,
Yes, and scared!
The skeletons lay in the cellar
And as if smiling,
What a sun they saw.
Good luck Bogdana!
Shard, rotten trough
And skeletons in chains!
If in uniform, it is good:
They would still give up ...
They laughed ... And the corrector
A little affected!
What nothing, you see, to take,
And he worked!
He fought day and night
But he dressed up as a fool.
If only Bogdan would give it to him
I got my hands on it,
The Muscovite would shave,
To know how to fool
Government !! Shouts, runs,
The language is wild.
Yaremenko * writes in the peak,
He swears in Moscow
The whole nation. And for the elders
Mine flies.
"What are you doing, swindlers !!"
"Yes, you see, sir,
We sing about Bohdan ... ”
"I will give you Bogdan,
Scammers, parasites!
And the song was composed
About the same swindler ... "
"We were taught, sir ..."
"I'll teach you! .. Fill them!"
Took and filled up -
Evaporated in Moscow
Baths are cool.
This is the song to Bogdan
Became useful to them !!
Such a small cellar in Subotov
Moscow has dug up!
The same big cellar
I haven't found it yet.

It stands in the village of Subotov
On a high mountain
Homeland of Ukraine,
Wide, deep.
Here is the church of Bogdanov.
That's where he prayed,
To the Muscovite good and evil
He shared with the Cossack.
Peace of your soul, Bogdan!
Not so it happened;
Envious Muscovites
Then everyone went crazy.
The graves are already being torn down
And they are looking for money,
Your cellars are being dug up
But you are scolded.
What kind of work is not found!
That's right, Bogdan!
You ruined the poor
Orphan Ukraine!
Thank you for the same.
Homeland Church
There is no one to fix !!
In that Ukraine,
On the same one with you
Lyakha crushed!
Catherine's tricks
The locusts sat down.

Otake, Zinovia,
Alexey's friend!
You gave everything to your friends,
And they do not care.
They say, you see, that's all
So it was ours,
What they just hired
Tatars grazing
But to the Poles ... Maybe, indeed!
Let it be so!
So they laugh at Ukraine
Strangers!
Don't laugh, strangers!
Homeland Church
It will fall apart ... and from under it
Ukraine will rise.
And dispel the darkness of bondage,
The world of truth will shine,
And they will pray at large
Slave children! ..

* Cossack Yaremenko's beak on the place where Bogdan's chambers stood.