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Ivan Pidkova

Artist: Fata Morhana

Lyrics author: Music author:

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Bulo kolys' – v Ukrayini
Revily harmaty;
Bulo kolys' – zaporozci
Vmily panuvaty.
Panuvaly, dobuvaly
I slavu, i volyu;
Mynulosya – ostalysya
Mohyly na poli.
Vysokiyi ti mohyly,
De lyahlo spochyty
Kozac'keye bile tilo,
V kytayku povyte.
Vysokiyi ti mohyly, –
Chorniyut', yak hory,
Ta pro volyu nyshkom v poli
Z vitramy hovoryat'.
Svidok slavy didivshchyny
Z vitrom rozmovlyaye,
A vnuk kosu nese v rosu,
Za nymy spivaye.
Bulo kolys' – v Ukrayini
Lycho tancyuvalo,
Zurba v shynku med-horilku
Postavcem kruzala,
Bulo kolys' dobre zyty
Na tiy Ukrayini...
A zhadaymo! moze, serce
Choch trochy spochyne.
Bulo kolys' dobre zyty
Na tiy Ukrayini...
A zhadaymo! moze, serce
Choch trochy spochyne.

Chorna chmara z-za Lymanu
Nebo, sonce kryye,
Synye more zviryukoyu
To stohne, to vyye,
Dnipra hyrlo zatopylo.
"A nute, chlop’yata,
Na baydaky! More hraye –
Chodim pohulyaty!"
Vylitaly zaporozci –
Lyman chovny vkryly.
"Hray ze more!" – zaspivaly,
Zapinylys' chvyli.
Kruhom chvyli, yak ti hory:
Ni zemli, ni neba.
Serce mliye, a kozakam
Toho tilko y treba.
Plyvut' sobi ta y spivayut';
Rybalka litaye...
A poperedu otaman
Vede, kudy znaye.
Pochodzaye vzdovz baydaka,
Hasne lyulka v roti;
Pohlyadaye syudy-tudy –
De-de but' roboti?
Zakrutyvshy chorni vusa,
Za ucho chuprynu,
Pidnyav shapku – chovny staly.
"Nechay voroh hyne!
Ne v Synopu, otamany,
Panove-molodci,
A u Carhrad do sultana
Poyidemo v hosti!"
"Dobre, bat'ku otamane!" –
Kruhom zarevilo.
"Spasybi vam!" –
Nadiv shapku.
Znovu zakypilo
Synye more; vzdovz baydaka
Znovu pochodzaye
Ta na chvylyu pan otaman
Movchky pohlyadaye.

Bulo kolys' – v Ukrayini
Revily harmaty;
Bulo kolys' – zaporozci
Vmily panuvaty...




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