Lyrics Виктор Петлюра - А над сырою могилой

Pale moon illumined
Old cemetery yard.
And over the grave syroyu
Cried a young thief

& quot; Mother, dear mother ,
Why are you left early ?
White light left early
Father- scoundrel not found ?

He lives in a pretty house
With another family , the prosecutor .
He judges people according to the law ,
Not knowing that his son was a thief . & Quot;

And now in the dock
Our little boy is sitting
And blue eyes
Looks at the prosecutor .

It ended prosecutor.
The offender is given the word :
& quot; Judge for you , the citizens of the judges ,
This right is given to you & quot ;.

There was a very brief shot,
On the ground our boy fell
And blue eyes
Father- villain he cursed .

& quot; Oh , darling little boy !
Why have you gone so early ?
Would you say that to me before,
And I would have justified the & quot ;.

That pale moon illumined
Old cemetery yard,
And over the grave of a double
Cried the gray-haired prosecutor .

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Here again, the moon lit up
That old cemetery yard,
And over the grave syroyu
Cried a young thief

& quot; Oh, my dear, dear mother ,
Why are you left early ,
With light so early bye ,
Father found me a scoundrel .

And I like a boy - thief
Went from seven years to steal
I saw a lot of grief ,
Had visited the camp .

And there on the hill in the big house
My father lives prosecutor .
He judges thieves mercilessly
Not knowing that his son was a thief ... & quot;

And now in the dock
A young man is sitting.
And blue eyes
Looks at the prosecutor .

Here it starts the prosecutor :
& quot; Outlaw should be judged
For theft and murder,
You can not forgive him more & quot ;.

It finished its Attorney ,
The offender is given the word :
& quot; Judge , you , the citizens of the judges ,
This right is given to you ! & Quot;

And a shot rang through the hall ,
He fell a young thief
And at his head
Father bent prosecutor .

& quot; Oh dear, rodnenky boy
Why did not you tell me ?
Oh, if I knew you were my son,
I'd met you & quot ;.

Here again, the moon lit up
The same cemetery yard,
And over the grave syroyu
Cried the father , the prosecutor .

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And again the moon illumined
The same cemetery yard,
And over the grave syroyu
A young thief crying :

& quot; Oh, Mom, you , my dear mother ,
Why are you left early ,
When ye knew not that the thief brought ?
Father- villain you found . & Quot;

And there on the mountain in the white house
Luxurious lives prosecutor .
Thieves mercilessly he judged ,
Does not know that his son was a thief.

And now in the dock
He sat a young thief .
All judge anxiously tried,
Judged the father procurator .

& quot; Thanks , Dad , thank you!
Lead haste to be shot.
With mother put me ...
Rifle sights on hold . & Quot;

Then came a muffled shot ,
He fell a young thief .
Soldiers anxiously sighed .
Cried the father , the prosecutor .

& quot; Oh, boy , you're a nice little boy!
Forgive me for my cruelty !
Forgive me for treason ,
I blame the blood atone ... & quot;

And again the moon illumined
The same cemetery yard.
And there on the mountain in the white house
Hanged himself prosecutor .