Lyrics Наталья Кучер - Доля
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Ты не рвись, дева, на волю:
У тебя горькая доля...
По рукам белым связала,
Да наказала:
— Ой, не рвись, — в кровь поломаю,
Будешь ты еле живая,
Да глотать слезы устанешь,
Если восстанешь...
На те слова я не молчала, —
Так отвечала:
Все тебе, горькая, мало...
Скольких ты, сильных, сломала...
Раны мне солью лечила, —
Да научила...
Я теперь гнусь — подымаюсь,
Вслед огню в пепле рождаюсь,
А твоим ветрам послушна —
Только послушай:
Угомонись, а не остынешь:
Первая сгинешь...
Не пугай — пугана была...
Ты беда, да не могила...
Не скуешь ты мне оковы, —
Только подковы...
Бей — не бей, — быть урожаю:
Сыновей я нарожаю...
Только их сильные плечи
Не покалечишь...
Лишь сыновей сильные плечи
Не покалечишь...
Don’t rush to freedom, maiden:
You have a bitter fate...
Tied the whites' hands,
Yes I punished:
- Oh, don’t rush, I’ll break you into blood,
You'll be barely alive
Yes, you will get tired of swallowing tears,
If you rise...
I was not silent to those words, -
This is how she answered:
Everything is not enough for you, bitter...
How many strong people have you broken...
She treated my wounds with salt, -
Yes I taught...
Now I bend - I rise,
Following the fire in the ashes I am born,
And obedient to your winds -
Just listen:
Calm down, not cool down:
You'll be the first to die...
Don't scare me - I was scared...
You are trouble, but not a grave...
You won’t forge my shackles, -
Only horseshoes...
Hit or don’t hit, there will be a harvest:
I'm giving birth to sons...
Only their strong shoulders
You won't hurt...
Only sons have strong shoulders
You won't hurt...
You have a bitter fate...
Tied the whites' hands,
Yes I punished:
- Oh, don’t rush, I’ll break you into blood,
You'll be barely alive
Yes, you will get tired of swallowing tears,
If you rise...
I was not silent to those words, -
This is how she answered:
Everything is not enough for you, bitter...
How many strong people have you broken...
She treated my wounds with salt, -
Yes I taught...
Now I bend - I rise,
Following the fire in the ashes I am born,
And obedient to your winds -
Just listen:
Calm down, not cool down:
You'll be the first to die...
Don't scare me - I was scared...
You are trouble, but not a grave...
You won’t forge my shackles, -
Only horseshoes...
Hit or don’t hit, there will be a harvest:
I'm giving birth to sons...
Only their strong shoulders
You won't hurt...
Only sons have strong shoulders
You won't hurt...