Lyrics Віктор Морозов, Андрій Панчиши - Остатний батяр
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В ту ніч, коли помре остатний батяр,
На Левандівці згаснут жарівки,
На Ринку леви скажут "насирматер"
І будут гірко плакати дівки.
На цвинтар прийде половина Львова
Провести хлопа на остатний суд
І принесут вінок з Замарстинова,
І з Клепарова букєт принесут.
Приспів:
Батяре, старий батяре,
Нам бракує твоєї ґітари,
Заки серце остатний раз вдари -
Заспівай,
Заспівай нам, батяре,
Заспівай нам, батяре!
І будут цілий тиждень поминати,
Бруківка вже не висохне від сліз,
Задармо будут кєшку наминати
І замовляти штаєра на біс.
І лиш по тому скіньчи сі жалоба,
Плачі в бурделях і по кнайпах стиск.
Коли остатний батяр стане з гроба
І замалює фраєрови в писк.
Приспів.
Наш остатний батяре!..
That night, when the dead batyr will die,
On Levandivka fires go out
On the Market the lions will say & quot; nasymater & quot;
And the girls will weep bitterly.
A half of Lviv will come to the cemetery
Hold the clap on the final court
And they will bring a wreath from Zamarstinov
And from Kleparov they will bring the letter.
Chorus:
Batyra, the old woman,
We are missing your guards
Woe to your heart for the last time -
Sing,
Sing to us, babyar,
Sing to us, baby!
And they will remember the whole week
The cobblestone is no longer dry from tears
In return, you will have to rememnate the kite
And order a shaver for a bison.
And only after that, the skinny complaint
Crying in the burgers and on the compression of the kneipas.
When the remaining batyr will be from the coffin
And he paints the frayery in a squeak.
Chorus.
Our last batyar! ..
On Levandivka fires go out
On the Market the lions will say & quot; nasymater & quot;
And the girls will weep bitterly.
A half of Lviv will come to the cemetery
Hold the clap on the final court
And they will bring a wreath from Zamarstinov
And from Kleparov they will bring the letter.
Chorus:
Batyra, the old woman,
We are missing your guards
Woe to your heart for the last time -
Sing,
Sing to us, babyar,
Sing to us, baby!
And they will remember the whole week
The cobblestone is no longer dry from tears
In return, you will have to rememnate the kite
And order a shaver for a bison.
And only after that, the skinny complaint
Crying in the burgers and on the compression of the kneipas.
When the remaining batyr will be from the coffin
And he paints the frayery in a squeak.
Chorus.
Our last batyar! ..