Текст песни УНА-УНСО - Холодний Яр

Have a cold Yar our old call
They didn’t beat a trip at once.
Buv Todi I am a novice in the Monastir, /
The first candle was like God. / 2

For pleas, prayer,
For a servant quietly tailoring
Vin davav menі hliba shmatok on a shchoden, /
I before the beer and beer. / 2

But Dovkol was driven by the fields of farm
I was tempted by blood cold and hungry.
Tilki in our Yar to Pori, before Pori /
Call the ghouls of the great. / 2

And the brothers in Christ ’were contented -
Quartering, kriggeni, zmuchenі, bitі.
Tilki in our inhabited muri tovsti, /
Mov is not a stocking ix our abode. / 2

And before violence walked violence and lies,
Kings and Confederates.
I brought the knife to the world /
Middle of the night rosersan mother. / 2

Bring on the grave, bring on the grave
Merciful and Righteous God!
Tilki bachu, what death
That Vsevishnіy without me is not able. / 2

To suck, Lord! Nina will not die a slave.
Finished rіshuchostі th sily,
Yak got cotton in the Cold Yar, /
Yak garyachі knives consecrated. / 2

Vorizhenki on me
I placed harmful signs ...
Mauger, the first obedience to the need to taste, /
Schob by that in gaydamaki ?! / 3
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Vasil Lutiy - Kholodny Yar

Words: Volodimir Brovchenko
Music: Vasil Lutius