Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Заросли шляхи тернами...

Thickets of thorns Roads Ahead
On the fifth kraїnu,
Mabuchi, I її navіki,
Navіki left.
Mabuchi, Meni not return
Nіkoli Dodoma?
Mabuchi, Meni bring
Chitat to
Otsі Dumi? Mily God!
Meni zhiti hard!
May sertse shirokeє -
Ni s Kim podіliti!
Without giving єsi Meni dolі,
Molodoї dolі!
Do not let єsi nіkoli,
Nіkoli! nіkoli!
Without giving young insertions
Tim W insertions dіvochim
Poєdnati! - Gone
Moї dnі i nochi
Without radostі, molodії!
So sobі Gone
On chuzhinі. Not nayshlosya
Kim H insertions dіlitis,
And now, not May navіt
W Kim pogovoriti! ..
Hard Meni God Mily,
Bears to
Otsі Dumi. The I do not dіlit
Ni s Kim, i to Anyone
Not to say the holy words,
The I soul squalid
Is good, i do not blame
Cholovіka evil.
Died of the I! .. Oh, God!
Give Meni Hoch look
Auteuil on the people killed,
On the fifth Borderland!