Lyrics Виктор Петлюра - Над Воронежской тюрьмой

Silence over the Voronezh prison

The moon smiled at me tails

Let me go, boss, home

I haven’t seen my mother for a long time.

Let me go, boss, home

I haven’t seen my mother for a long time.

 

I haven’t seen my mother for a long time,

I haven’t heard my friends laugh for a long time

I'm in the hands enslaved by the prison

I did not hold my guitar for a long time.

I'm in the hands enslaved by the prison

I did not hold my guitar for a long time.

 

I did not hold my guitar for a long time

And he didn’t sing his favorite songs,

He didn’t feed pigeons with white bread

On the tears covered by rain.

He didn’t feed pigeons with white bread

On the tears covered by rain.

 

I should flee for a moment there a bird

Where the trees excite in the spring

Where the years run, like water in rivers,

Let me go, boss, home ...

Where the years run, like water in rivers,

Let me go, boss, home ...

 

Let me go, boss, home

Let go see the white light

Let go of the conditional night for an hour,

I'll be back to die in that prison.

Let go of the conditional night for an hour,

I'll be back to die in that prison.