Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Гайдамаки. ч.19

"Is it still? or should not? "
"More, more!
Although bad! Most feet are. "

"Oh rash kvass
And chops mushrooms:
My grandfather and grandmother,
It also trimmed -
Both radenki.

Oh rash kvass
And chops parsley:
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Oh rash kvass
And nakryshy horseradish:
Oh rash water, water
And search the ford, ford ... "

"Enough! more! - Shouted Gaunt -
Enough, pohasaye.
Light, children! .. Where is the Life?
Yet it is not?
Find on him and hang.
Loop pork!
Come along, children! Pohasaye
Cossack lamp. "
A Galayda "Otaman!
A walk, Father!
Look - off; at the market
And obvious that and smoothly.
Shake It Up. Bend Kobzar! "
"I do not want to walk!
Fire kids! tar, tow!
Let's gun;
In the crypt let him fire
I think kidding! "
Zarevily haidamaks:
"Well, Father! Hear! "
A dam overthrown,
Hooke, sing.
A Galayda shouting: "Father!
Wait! .. Lost!
Wait, do not kill:
There my Oksana.
Hodynochku, my parents!
I shall get adequate! "
"Well, well! .. Zaliznyache,
Hukny to smoking.
Prepodobytsya of lyahamy ...
And you, syzokrylyy,
Another will come. "
turned -
Galayda not.
Roaring mountains - and the house
From walking lyahamy
Circle clouds. What ostalos,
Hell burned ...
"Where Galayda?" - Maxim calls.
And there was no trace
While the boys were dancing,
Yarema of Life prokralys
Up at the house in the same cellar;
Oksana drew a little living
Yarema of the cellar and polynuv
In Swan ...