Lyrics Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Марія. ч.3

So they go to themselves,
Carries with a bag on his shoulders
New konovochku old.
The young man would also sell it
Buy a handkerchief by the way,
Yes, and will pay for the wedding.
O righteous old man, rich man!
Not from Zion grace,
And from your quiet house
It was announced to us. If
You did not give her a pure hand,
Slaves would be poor slaves
And still would die. Oh flour!
O heavy sorrow of soul!
Not you me, dear, sorry
Blind and small in soul,
And those who see above themselves
Ax, hammer and forge
The shackles are new. They will kill,
They will kill you, murderers,
And from a bloody well
Water the dogs.
Where did you go
Is this strange guest cunning?
At least I came and looked
For marriage that glorious and glorious,
Stolen for marriage! Not a little
Neither he nor the Messiah is heard,
And people are waiting for something and waiting,
Something uncertain. Marie!
You, untalented, what
And you wait and you wait from God
And from His people? Nothing,
Below the apostle of
Don't wait now. The carpenter is poor
The bridegroom leads you
In his miserable hut.
Pray and thank him for not giving up,
That on a crossroads didn't drive away.
And then they would kill with a brick -
If I hadn't covered it, I wouldn't have hidden it!
They spoke in Jerusalem
Quietly, the people who stood
In the garden of Tiberias
Or someone was crucified
The herald of the Messiah.
- His! Said Maria,
And cheerfully left
In Nazareth. And he rejoices,
That the hireling carried him
In the womb is a righteous soul
For the will of the crucified husband.

Here they go,
They came home. And they live
Married, but not happy.
Carpenter cradle thick
Makes in the halls. And she,
Immaculate Mary,
He is sitting by the window
And he looks at the field and sews
Tiny shirt -
Anyone else?
- The owner of the house? -
It was outside. - Decree
From Caesar, himself,
To you today, this time!
You are audited in the garden,
They went to the city of Bethlehem. -
And he disappeared, that heavy voice disappeared.
Only the rune in the ravine hummed.

Maria came in now
Bake unleavened bread. Spekla,
She silently put it in the bag
And silently followed the old man
In Bethlehem. "Holy power!"
Save me, my dear God! -
She just spoke. Go,
Missing, myself both.
And the poor in front of him
A goat with a kid is being chased,
Because no one will be thrown at home.
Or maybe God will send a child
In the way; that's milk
Hearty mother. Cattle
Goes, grazing; string
Her father and mother follow her
And they start talking
Slowly, quietly. - Semion
Protopresbyter, - Joseph said, -
Such is the prophetic word
He told me. "Holy law!"
And Abraham and Moses!
The men will resume the Essays.
And he says, I will not die,
Until I see the Messiah! -
Do you hear, my Marie?
The Messiah is coming! - Already come,
And we have already seen the Messiah! -
Maria spoke.
Found
Unleavened bread Joseph in a bag,
He gives and says: - Come on, my child,
For now, be strong,
Bethlehem is not close;
And I will rest. Tired. -
And sat down on the way well
Have lunch. So sit down,
And the sun is righteous quickly
Rolling down. And look!
It disappeared, and it got dark in the field.
And the miracle is strange! never
No one saw or heard
Such a miracle. He shuddered
Holy carpenter. Broom from the east
Above Bethlehem itself, sideways,
The broom of fire came down.
Both the steppe and the mountains shone.
Mary did not get up,
Maria brought her son.
The only child
What saved us from hard labor!
And the Most Holy, innocent,
She was crucified for us sly ones!
And near the edge of the road
The shepherds drove the flock
And they saw them. God,
She and the baby were taken
And they brought to the nativity,
And his shepherds are poor
Emmanuel was named.