Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Голуби летят над нашей зоной

Doves fly over our area,
Blue Nowhere barriers not,
I wish I could with pigeons
Fly to his native land .

But high fence will not allow
And thorns in several rows ,
Time to watch towers ,
And dogs are eager to reason .

Night behind bars burns ,
Sun smolders like a crayon .
On prison bunks sings ,
Something the boy sings .

He sings as difficult to live in the world
Without beautiful gentle friends,
And even harder to live without faith ,
All of a sudden heard a prison .

Crying in distant chambers guys
Remembering my youth ,
Looking back once ,
As said gently - love .

Even the chief warden
Against the wall thoughtfully worth
He alone knows
How the boy left to live .

And in the evening shuddered bolts ,
Led him up the stairs ,
He said the last three words -
Give my son.

On the landing of the prison
Led the boy about five years old ,
He threw himself on his neck with a scream - Dad
Papa, can you take me with you .
He threw himself on his neck with a scream - Dad
Papa, can you take me with you .

Night behind bars burns ,
Sun smolders like a crayon ,
And in the morning the whole prison learns -
At night the boy was shot .

Doves fly over our area,
Blue Nowhere barriers not.
I wish I could with pigeons
Freedom to fly mom .