Текст песни Тарас Шевченко - Я не нездужаю, нівроку

I'm not sick, new year,
And the eye sees something like that,
And the heart is waiting for something. It hurts
It hurts and cries and does not sleep,
Mov indignant child.
Bad, hard hour,
Are you waiting? Don't wait for the good
Don't wait for the expected will -
She fell asleep: Tsar Nicholas
She fell asleep. And to arouse
Hirena will, need peace,
The butt will become a community;

And sharpen the ax well -
Yes, and goes to wake up.
And then the god will sleep
To the terrible judgment of God!
And the nobility will sway,
Temples, chambers to build,
He loves his drunken king,
And Byzantium will be glorified,
And more, it seems, nothing.