Текст песни Ігор Жук - Розмова Павла Полуботка з Петром І

Was I hetman, is thy servant -
Thanks, Peter, for the mace! ..
We are now quits, I'm not in debt;
Life was over - it did not live ...

Life was over - and only mine,
But there died, for he gets up,
Shoulders straighten my land -
With shoulders like a fly, swing king.

Interesting, Peter, in our names! ..
In the fortress that unites them,
In your Burzu as beaten dog,
You stand and ask. that I raised.

Well you, Peter - if I am the Christ!. -
Cossack soul is not reconcile;
A dice fall to the bone
On the walls of which are yours.

We all do not last forever; There are close moment
When you and someone shepne: "It's time! .." -
And drop body, soul fly -
And God will judge Paul and Peter.