Lyrics Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Причинна. ч.1

CAUSE

Roars and groans wide Dnepr,
Angry wind howls,
Down the willow the willows are high,
Mountain lifting wave.
And the pale moon at that time
It looked out of the cloud,
It's like a boat in the blue sea
Then he burst forth, then he sank.
The third roosters did not sing,
Nobody is homonos anywhere,
The owls in the grove called
Yes, it does creak every now and then.

On such a day under the mountain,
Next to the grove,
Blackening over the water,
Something white is wandering around.
Maybe it was a little mermaid
Mother to look for,
And maybe, waiting for the goat,
To flap.
No mermaid wanders:
Then the girl goes,
She does not know (because it is causative),
What does it do.
So the fortune teller did,
To be less bored,
To see, at midnight,
She slept and looked
Young Cossack,
That last year left.
He promised to come back,
Yes, and probably died!
Not covered in Chinese
Cossack eyes,
They did not wash the white face
Girls' tears:
The eagle took out his brown eyes
In a foreign field,
White body of wolves eaten -
That's his fate.
Every night, little girl
It looks like it.
Black-shaven will not return
And don't say hello
Do not untangle long hair,
The headscarf will not be tied,
Not on the bed, in the house
The orphan will lie!

Such is her fate ... Oh my God my dear!
What do you punish her for, young?
Because she loved it so sincerely
Cossack eyes? .. Forgive the orphan!
Who does she love? Neither father nor nanny,
One, like that bird in the far land.
You went to her fortune - she's young,
Because other people's people will laugh at her.
Is it the blame that the dove loves?
Is the pigeon guilty of killing the falcon?
Sad, complains, the white world is sick,
Flies, searches, thought - has gone astray.
Happy dove: flying high,
Pauline to God - nice to ask.
Whom does the orphan ask,
And who will tell her and who knows you
Where the sweet one sleeps: whether in a dark grove,
Is the horse in the Danube clear,
Or maybe, with another, the other loves,
Her, blackberries, already forget?
If the wings of the wing were given,
I would find a sweet sea over the blue sea;
I would love to live, to strangle my friend,
And to the dead in the pit would lie.
Not so much heart likes to share with anyone,
Not as much as God wants us to:
She does not want to live, does not want to be in a hurry.
"Hurry up," the thought says, pitying.
Oh my goodness! so is your will,
Such is her happiness, such is her destiny!

She walks everything, with the mouth of a couple.
Wide Dnieper does not say:
Black clouds breaking the wind
He lay down by the sea to rest.
And from the sky the moon shines;
And over the water and over the grove,
All around, everything is silent.
Already a player - from the Dnieper shook
Little kids laughing.
"Let's go warm! They shouted. -
The sun is up! " (Naked everywhere;
From the sedge of the braid, because girls).
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Are you all here?" - crying to have. -
Let's go look for dinner.
Let's play, let's play
Let us sing the song:
Wow! Wow!
Straw spirit, spirit!
My mother gave birth to me,
She put the baptism.
Monthly!
Our little lady!
Come to us for dinner:
We have Cossacks in the reed,
In the reed, in the sedge,
Silver ring on hand;
Young, black-eyed,
Found yesterday in the oak.
The worlds are longer in the clear field,
To get pretty.
While the witches are still flying,
Until the roosters sing,
Show us ... He walks something!
He does something under the oak there.
Wow! Wow!
Straw spirit, spirit!
My mother gave birth to me,
She put the baptism on. "