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Oy nema toho

Artist: Tartak

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Rozbudy mene tychoyu pisneyu,
Pociluy vustamy haryachymy.
A to slozy moyi staly prisnymy,
Ta zinyci staly nezryachymy.
Moye sonce schovalos' za chmaramy,
Moye nebo farbuyet'sya mryakoyu.
Serce b’yet'sya hluchymy udaramy,
Nache chtos' po zemli – hillyakoyu.
My kolys' buly svitloyu syloyu,
Voyuvaly z teminnyu chvoroyu.
Tilky syla nam stala nemyloyu –
Zaminyly sylu pokoroyu.
Ridnu zemlyu spovyly tumanamy,
Okrutyly pidstupnymy charamy.
Starshi vichno zyvut' omanamy,
A molodshi rostut' yanycharamy.

Oy nema toho na seli,
Shcho u Halochky na stoli,
Oy ye shcho yisty, oy ye shcho pyty,
Ye y komu pryprosyty.

Chto vony – ti, shcho vchora bratalysya?
Ti, shcho vchora horily, – de vony?
Kudy znykly? Shcho z nymy stalosya?
Ta yaki yich skrutyly demony?
Kozen maryt' efektom vidsutnosti,
Unykayuchy vidpovidalnosti,
I, pytayuchy pravdy v pidstupnosti,
Vybyraye prestyzni specialnosti.
Viddilyaye sebe vid korenya,
Vidryvaye sebe vid ridnoho.
Prapor sviy pofarbuye kolorom,
U yakyi farbuvaty vyhidno.
Krov ne tochyt'sya svizymy ranamy,
Duch potuch za muramy-hratamy.
Postavaly usi veteranamy,
Choch ne vstyhly pobuty soldatamy.

V neyi nenechka starenka,
Yak holubochka syvenka,
Po chati chode, mysochky nose,
Nas do obidu prose.

Zalyshylysya znov, nache syroty,
Pry dorozi, yakoyu ne chodzeno.
Chiba mozna v svoye ne viryty?
Chiba z nas takymy narodzeno?
Zaplitayemo slova u rechennya
Tak, shcho zmistu shukaty daremno.
Vid materialnoho zabezpechennya
U dushi stalo zymno i temno...

V neyi batenka nemaye,
Dyad'ko za bat'ka vpravlyaye,
Po chati chode, plyashechky nose,
Nas do horilky prose.




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