Lyrics Петлюрп - Белобрысый

Belobrysyi kid
She cries while sitting on the bunks,
Before him lies a photo
His grandmother's old.
She raised her grandson
Instead of a drunkard daughter,
I dressed, fed,
She called her son.
In his childhood he was obedient,
I helped her around the house,
And then it began to disappear
By friends and acquaintances.
He beckoned to the boy
Far away fate thieves,
And he tightened it
Life is so crazy.

But one day luck
He turned away from him,
And the raiders are a gang
On an ambush stumbled.
Do not walk him anymore
And do not even see at home -
Ahead of the sky in a cage
And a severe zone.
On the court suddenly saw
His grandmother in the hall,
She approached timidly,
She said to her grandson:
"Oh, what a beautiful one,
I only lost weight very much ... & quot;
And, sighing, whispered:
"How is it, son?"

And the old woman wrote
Letters to the kid's zone:
"The potato was born,
And the cherries have ripened.
Without you, here, little son,
All the collection did not have time ... & quot;
He did not know that long ago
She was very sick.
Here the letter receives,
The handwriting in it is unfamiliar.
And I learned that no one
There's no waiting for him at home.
The death of the old woman
I lamented very much,
That I did not see my grandson
At parting once.

Belobrysyi kid
She cries while sitting on the plank bed.
Before him lies a photo
His grandmother's old.
Still many years
Will hear in the middle of the night
Her affectionate voice:
"How is health, little son?".