Текст песни Василь Стус - Як добре те, що смерті не боюсь я

Yak good ones scho smertі I'm not afraid
i do not cherish, chi heavy're Mine Chrest.
Scho you gods, not a clone nizko
in peredchuttі nedovіdomih verstv.
Scho alive-i-loving nabravsya not bad,
nenavistі, proklonu, kayattya.
You're Mine people, to you I shte true,
i Wrap up in smertі Zhittya
svoїm strazhdennim i kindly oblichchyam,
yak blues, Tobi pre-earthly worship
i honestly you look at chesnі tvoї vіchі,
i Chesney slozami obіllyus.
So you want to pozhiti godinku Hoch,
if my rozіv'єtsya bіda.
Hai will come in Lesya Ukrainka gostі,
Franco, Shevchenko i pan.
That Vzhe! Movchi! Zablukany in puschі,
not remstvuy, poziray in Glebe,
from there, scho rozpuknetsya in the future
i ruzheyu zakvіtne colo xib.