Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Сестрі

SISTERS

Passing the poor villages,
Dnieper gloomy,
I thought, where do I lean?
And where in the world will I go?
And I dream a dream: I look,
In the garden, covered with flowers,
At the top is,
Like a girl, a hut.
The Dnieper is completely stretched out!
Father shines and burns!
I look, in a dark garden,
Under the cherry in the cold,
My only sister!
Holy long-suffering!
As if resting in Paradise
And because of the wide Dnieper
God, it looks like me.
And it seems to her emerging
Due to the waves of the boat, the tide ...
And in the wave the boat dives.
"My brother!" My you down! -
And we woke up. You...
In serfdom, and I'm in captivity! ..
That's how we had to go
A little prickly field!
Pray, sister! Let's be alive
Then God will help to pass.