Lyrics Павло Мрежук - Сирота
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Хлопчині лише вісім літ,
А вже ні батька ані мами
І мовчазний байдужий світ
Лякає хлопчика рогами.
Хто руку дасть? Притулить хто?
Покличе до тарілки їжі?
І у подертому пальто
Стоїть малий на роздоріжжі.
Приспів:
Сирота! Сирота!.. Хто зігріє тебе
В цьому злому холодному світі?
Сирота!.. Сирота!.. Ніби душу шкребе
Цей листочок на зламанім віті.
Сирота!.. Сирота!.. Хто знав долю лиху,
Той скептично всміхнутись не зможе.
Сирота!.. Сирота!.. На життєвім шляху
Хай тобі Бог Святий допоможе!
Хлопчині лише вісім літ
І холодно так на морозі.
Ой, скільки лиха, скільки бід
Його чатують на дорозі...
Та не вклонюсь прогнозам злим,
Хай посміхнеться щастя русе.
Я сам, признаюсь, був таким,
Тому й за нього помолюся.
Приспів. (2)
Хай тобі Бог Святий допоможе!
The boy is only eight years old,
And neither father nor mother
And a silent indifferent world
Frightens the boy with horns.
Who will give a hand? Who will shelter?
Will you call for a plate of food?
And in a torn coat
A small one stands at a crossroads.
Chorus:
Orphan! Orphan! .. Who will warm you
In this evil cold world?
Orphan! .. Orphan! .. As if scratching his soul
This leaf is on a broken branch.
Orphan! .. Orphan! .. Who knew the fate of disaster,
He will not be able to smile skeptically.
Orphan! .. Orphan! .. On the way of life
May the Holy God help you!
The boy is only eight years old
And it's so cold in the cold.
Oh, how many disasters, how many troubles
He is chatted on the road ...
But I will not bow to evil predictions,
Let the happiness of the movement smile.
I myself, I confess, was like that,
That is why I will pray for him.
Chorus. (2)
May the Holy God help you!
And neither father nor mother
And a silent indifferent world
Frightens the boy with horns.
Who will give a hand? Who will shelter?
Will you call for a plate of food?
And in a torn coat
A small one stands at a crossroads.
Chorus:
Orphan! Orphan! .. Who will warm you
In this evil cold world?
Orphan! .. Orphan! .. As if scratching his soul
This leaf is on a broken branch.
Orphan! .. Orphan! .. Who knew the fate of disaster,
He will not be able to smile skeptically.
Orphan! .. Orphan! .. On the way of life
May the Holy God help you!
The boy is only eight years old
And it's so cold in the cold.
Oh, how many disasters, how many troubles
He is chatted on the road ...
But I will not bow to evil predictions,
Let the happiness of the movement smile.
I myself, I confess, was like that,
That is why I will pray for him.
Chorus. (2)
May the Holy God help you!