Текст песни Борис Гмиря - За думою дума...

Lyrics: Taras Shevchenko Music: Jacob Stepovy

According to the thought, the swarm flies away:
One crushes the heart, the other tears,
And the third is crying softly
In the heart, and no one sees ...

To whom shall I show it?
And who will greet that language,
Guess the big word ?!

Everyone was deaf, bowed,
In shackles it doesn't matter ...
You laugh and I cry,
My great friend.

And what is born of that cry,
Hemorrhoids, brother? ..
Come on, brother!
And we will laugh
She cries.