Lyrics Тарас Шевченко - Кавказ.Присвята Якову де Бальмену

Mountains covered with clouds, mountains
Seduced by grief, blood shed.

At the beginning of Prometheus
There an eagle punishes,
That day is God's good ribs
And my heart breaks down.
Breaks down, but he does not drink
Living blood -
It comes to life again
And laughs again.
Our soul does not die
Will not die.
And do not sweat over
At the bottom of the sea is a field.
Does not kill the living soul
And the words are alive.
Do not bear the glory of God
Great god

Do not we want to be with you!
Do not judge your business!
We just cry, cry, cry
And the daily bread is substitute
Bloody sweat and tears.
Katie bend over us
True, our drunk is sleeping.

When will she wake up?
When to redeem
Stick, God, weary?
And we will give life!
We believe in your strength
And to the living spirit.
The truth will rise! will rise!
And you alone
Pray all tongues
The ages and ages.
And while rivers flow,
Bloody rivers!

Mountains covered with clouds, mountains
Seduced by grief, blood shed.
Oh, we are merciful
Unproductive and naked
Caught the cuddly will
Yes, and we fight. Fleshy bone
There are a lot of people arched.
And tears, and blood? Eat it
All the emperors would become
With children and grandchildren, drown
In tears of widows. And the girls
Shed the mystery in the night!
And mothers are hot tears!
And the father of the old, the bloody
Not rivers - the sea has flooded
The fiery sea! Glory! Glory!
Hortens, and hounds, and psrars
And our fate-kings

Glory.

And glory to you, the blue mountains
The coat is covered with ice.
And you, great knights
God is not forgotten.
Fight for you - you will fight
God helps you!
The truth is for you, power
And the will is holy!

Churik and Sakli are all yours
It is not crawled, it is not given
No one will take for himself
Will not lead you in the shackles.
And in us! .. To that written we,
We read God's words! ..
And from the depths of the prison
But to the high throne -
We are all gold and naked.
To us in science! we will teach
After all, bread and salt wait!
We are Christians; temples, schools,
Everything is good, God himself is with us!
We are only sackcloth eyes:
What does it stand for you
We are not given; what are we to you
You do not throw your chuckle and you
Like that dog! Why us?
Paying for the sun do not have to!
Yes, and only that! We are not bad
We are a true Christian
We are small! ... But!
If you were friends with us,
Many would learn a lot!
We also have the world, but not that -
One Siberia is not exhausting
A prison! but the people! .. What it counts!
One of the Moldovans to the Finns
All languages ​​are silent in all languages.
For it is prosperous! We
Holy Bible reads
Holy Monk teaches
That the king somehow passes the pig
He took a friendly woman to himself
And the second killed. Now in heaven
See what we have
Sit in the sky! You are still dark
Holy Cross is not Enlightenment
Learn from us! .. We have a derry,

Deri and give
And just to paradise

Though take away all your family!
We! what can we not know?
And we will make the stars, buckwheat sow,
French bark I'm selling
Or the cards are lost
People ... not blacks ... and such
Such are baptized ... but simple.
We are not gyshpany; cry us god
To steal stolen goods
How are the Jews? We are by law! ..

According to the law of the apostle
You love your brother!
Fables, hypocrites
Lord damned.
You love your brother
The skin, not the soul!
Yes, and laugh by law
Daughter on the housings
Bishop on the dowry
The woman is on the painke.
Same for what they do not know
No children, no woman!

For whom did you crucify
Christ, the son of God?
For us, good, or for a word
The truths ... maybe
That we laugh at you?
That's what happened.

Temples, chapels, and icons
And my friends and myrrh smoke
And before thy image
Tired of bowing.
For theft, for the war, for blood
In order to shed brother's blood, they ask
And then they bring you a gift
From the fire, the cover is stolen !!
Illuminated! and still want
Educate others
Sun show the truth
Blind, see you, children! ..
We will show everything! just give it
Take it in your hands.
Like the walls of the prison
Chains forged
How to wear! .. and how to weave
Knot knot -
Teach everyone; just give it
Its blue mountains
The rest ... because they already took it
And the field and the sea.

And you are driven, my friend is the only one
My Jacob is kind! Not for Ukraine, / 347 /
And for her cat had to shed
Blood is good, not black. I had to ask
From the Moscow bowl of the Moscow poison!
Oh my friend is good! friend is unforgettable!
Hail in the living soul in Ukraine
Flying with the Cossacks over the shores,
Uncovered graves in the desert.
Cry with cossacks with small tears
And I look captive to the steppe.
Meanwhile, my thoughts
My dear grief
Let it grow - let it grow
But they say with the wind.
The wind is quiet from Ukraine
Carry with dew
My thoughts are up to you! ..
Brotherly tear
You, friend, congratulate you
You will read quietly ...
And tombs, steppes, sea,
And you remember me.