Текст песни Ексампей - Скіф Хома

Preface:
Endless steppe and mounds ... mounds ... mounds ...
The deep world of distant and unique Scythia.
Each mound is stored in its depth
the mystery of human dreams, hopes, and incomprehensible spirit,
which echoes with live fire
in our customs, rituals, songs.

Strange times are the intertwining of human destinies.
The tomb of the tomb keeps a proud Scythian in its heart,
clamped in the right of the sword.
The Cossack Cossack is buried above it
with his sister - a saber.
And even higher, he found his last refuge, Kobzar Khoma,
destroyed by the famine of the 33rd.
Their eternal souls are staring at us from heaven ...
and they know, obviously, the answers to the painful questions:
where are we from, who we are and where we are going ...

    Dm C Dm C Dm
   Scythian lived and lived,
C Dm
   By the twist is not full.
Gm Dm
   How did the plague carry -
C Dm
   And she went to mow.

Refrain:
   A # F
   And the girl Khomina
    Gm Dm
   Went to the mill.
    Gm Dm
   Returns from the mill -
      C Dm
   Homie is gone.
   A # F
   And the girl Khomina
    Gm Dm
   Went to the mill.
    Gm Dm
   Returns from the mill -
      C Dm C Dm
   Homie is gone.
    Dm C Dm
   On-On-On-On-On-On.

We need to do that -
The plague has not perished!
Home arrow arrows
Cossack from Chigirin.

Refrain.

My grandfather loved my land -
Had barns full.
But he made it,
Like Thomas on wool.

Refrain.

I'm still on horseback
In the world I fly big.
Not soon for me
Music will play!

Refrain.

(c) The words of Boris Mozolevsky
(c) Music by Alexander Bossy