Lyrics Віктор Фінковський - Тарас Григорович Шевченко

Taras Hryhorovych Shevchenko

I grew up like everyone without being known,
A river sailed among the peasants of my life,
I was not taught in a big house -
I studied literacy with a peasant's thank you.

I grew up like everyone without being known,
And my father left nothing in the will,
Old house had a thatched roof
But I had to say my word!

As summer went on ... Taras listened to the legend:
Neither Lyah nor Moscow has yet tainted us ...
She grew up with a cunning and a crescendo thought
And I believed in the holiday that power was in the people.

Looked through the small cutout,
And dreaming of her ... he called for a fight ...
But the time has passed. Everything has passed. I grew up.
I was judged for not telling you.

I was punished, sent from a nanny,
But before long she had saved an earthen prayer.
I became big,
being small,
My words went out like light.

No one even sent me a greeting ...
My, my Ukraine, henceforth not alone!
And ever since the exile began,
My mark is the pagan owl.

And you,
were grateful to death and after,
You raised me to a tetrapod.
And now our enemies are doubly medicated -
I told the people
that he -
people!

For that, they made me an icon,
For this, I was put in towels.
And bows were addressed to me,
And the blessing of the father's hand.

You will not forbid writing, but you must kill me!
I will write poetry because I have to write!
And if you want to do something for me,
So pray to God you are for my soul.

I became great after leaving you,
They went with you to one land!
You raised me to the iconostasis,
And sometimes I bowed to the pagan owl.

I became big after coming out small.
Love for Ukraine leads me and warms me.
I look at you and I'm proud of you
That my people will never diminish.