Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Автомата очередь

Here I will go a long way -
  I predicted a friend ,
  But struck me in the chest
  Turn the machine .
  And fell , I could not stand up,
  Raking in the dust with his hands.
  I did not want to die,
  But I do not understand.
  And even though I was not alone,
  You , my friends, will tell :
  Hundreds of times I passed
  A stone's throw from death.
  And here are out of luck
  And what is there joy -
  One can see the bullet skidded
  In the age-old gulf .
  Familiar with kings
  Scat crown
  As with the old poplars
  Overfly the crown.
  Not going to happen seven deaths
  And what is there joy -
  After all gifts for mothers
  Give in bad weather ...
  Here I will go a long way -
  I prophesied destiny ,
  But struck me in the chest
  Turn the machine .
  It is better to while away a lifetime
  In chetyrehgranennoy camera
  Than here and so die
  When you do not understand.