Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Где-то ...

Somewhere...
( Mus . , Cl . R.Mirzaev )
Somewhere in the childhood memory is turned,
Somewhere distant trail branches ,
But the sun suddenly awaken vanity of vanities;
And cold beam falling ...
Somewhere youth proud ribs
Somewhere tenderness again fall in love with her ​​,
But the sun suddenly awaken vanity of vanities;
And cold beam falling after us ...
Where is the action to stop ?
Where is the measure to bow to her ?
But the sun suddenly awaken vanity of vanities;
And cold beam falling after us ...