Текст песни ГУРТ СВІТОЗАРИ - БАЛАДА ПРО ПОВСТАНЦЯ

BALLAD ABOUT RED MAKE

     Oh, hit the bullet
     rebel in the forehead.
     The sky was over
     the village woke up
     And in the field wide
     between flowers and herbs -
     As if clear is tall
     the arrow he fell.

     I saw this disaster
     steppe breeze
     Asked him quietly:
     "Are you alive, friend?"
     That arrow is the wind
     did not speak any words
     Only poppy red
     in the field of flowering.

     Oh, tell me, fighting, -
     Whose are you husband, whose son are you?
     Why is it so weeping now?
     after you Volyn? ..
     That arrow is the wind
     did not say a word
     Only poppy red
     in the field sighed.
     
     The wind again asked:
     "Do you have a brother,
     Where did you get from
     to the high Carpathians? "
     And the arrowhead is the wind
     did not speak any words -
     Only poppy red
     in Ukraine flowering.