Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Над Воронежской тюрьмой

Over Voronezh prison silence

I smiled at Reschke moon

Let go of me, head, home,

I have not seen Nurse home.

Let go of me, head, home,

I have not seen Nurse home.

 

I have not seen Nurse native,

I have not heard the laughter of friends,

I'm in your hands, zakabalёnnyh prison

I do not hold your guitar for a long time.

I'm in your hands, zakabalёnnyh prison

I do not hold your guitar for a long time.

 

I do not hold your guitar for a long time

And I do not sing their favorite songs,

White bread do not feed the pigeons

In tearful rain bridge.

White bread do not feed the pigeons

In tearful rain bridge.

 

I used to rush off for a moment to a bird,

Where trees excite the spring,

Where year run as the water in the rivers,

Let go of me, head, home ...

Where year run as the water in the rivers,

Let go of me, head, home ...

 

Let go of me, head, home,

Let the daylight to see

Let go of the night for an hour conditional,

I'll come back to die in that prison.

Let go of the night for an hour conditional,

I'll come back to die in that prison.