Lyrics Мертвий Пiвень - Агов, мої маленькi чортенята

Hey, my little devils!
From the suite I'll let you go to the world -
where blood with love is charred,
where is the scroll of passions and abyss ...
I am your father, so be faithful to me!
(what are the wrong rhymes in the head!),
but when the poetry comes to the heart -
beautiful, like a wing of pigeons,
what hope then! ..

So - to the world, for business, to fascinate!
Hey, my little devils!

From the rhetoric and poetry of the academies -
gayda on the square, as at the bottom of the river!
Overheard in the groom all day long
those rhymes - to the teachers in vain
(it seems to the teachers)!

[Or in the fields like on a green podshchu -
read poems to grass and winds! ...
And try, I ask you very much
to make the tears clean,
so that the heavens, obliquely, hearkened;
to always be inspired by the sinister ...
Giving praise to the timid,
love and shepherds bless! ..

So - to the world, for business, to fascinate!
Hey, my little devils!