Текст песни Дмитрий Линник - Новая музыка для голоса скрипки и фортепиано

In captivity it is hard, though free,
To tell the truth, it was not.
But still somehow lived.
Although on someone else's, but on the field…
Now the evil fate,
As a god, I had to wait.
And I'm waiting for her, and I look,
I curse my foolish mind,
What fools fooled,
He will drown his will in a puddle.
Cold heart, as I recall,
What is not buried in Ukraine,
That I will not live in Ukraine,
He loves people and gentlemen.

T. Shevchenko [Between May 19 and 30, 1847, St. Petersburg]