Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Гоголю

ГОГОЛЮ

According to the thought, the swarm flies away,
One crushes the heart, the other tears,
And the third cries softly, quietly
In the heart, perhaps, God does not see.
To whom shall I show it?
And who is that language
Congratulations, guesses
Big word?
Everyone was deaf and bowed
In chains ... indifferent ...
You laugh and I cry,
My great friend.
And what comes out of that crying?
Bogilova, brother ...
They will not roar in Ukraine
Free guns.
A father shall not kill his son,
Your child,
For honor, glory, for brotherhood,
For the will of Ukraine.
Will not kill - will fall in love
And sell for a difference
Muscovites. That would be, you see,
The widow's mite
To the throne - the fatherland
And the mute fee.
Come on, brother. And we will
They laugh and cry.