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Vidchodyly chlopci z nashoho sela

Artist: Strilec'ki

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Vidchodyly chlopci z nashoho sela,
Usi zaspivaly: "Proshchay, rodyna!"

Lyshe odyn chlopec' nishcho ne spivav –
Bilenkym platochkom slozy vytyrav.

– Ne zal meni, chlopci, vseyi rodyny,
Lysh zal meni, chlopci, zinky Oleny.

Yak pryishly do boyu, staly u ryady,
Usi zakrychaly: "Nazad, vorohy!"

A tam staryi bat'ko okopy kopav
Y bachyv zdaleka, yak strilec' upav.

Vin sobi ne viryv, ni svoyim ocham:
Pidiyshov do noho – yoho syn lezav.

– Chy ty, synku, vbytyi, ranenyi lezysh,
Chom do mene, synu, ne zahovorysh?

– Ya ne vbytyi, bat'ku, ranenyi lezu,
Bolyat' mene rany, mabut', ya pomru.

Pohlyanuv livoruch – sanitary ydut',
Ranenych zbyrayut', v lazaret vezut'.

Pohlyanuv pravoruch – zbyv domovynu,
Pochovav synochka v chuzomu krayu.

Yak pryishov dodomu, siv kolo stola,
Schylyv holovonku – bizyt' Olena.

– Oy, bat'ku miy, bat'ku, shcho za novyna,
Shcho vze tretiy rochok Vasylya nema?

Oy, bat'ku miy, bat'ku, shcho za vistka ye,
Nevze Vasylechko u zemli hnyye?

– Oy, donyu, ty, donyu, nishcho ne roby,
Idy dodomochku, syna kolyshy.

– Oy ne pidu, bat'ku, syna kolysat',
Ale pidu, bat'ku, Vasylya shukat'.

Oy shcho z to za viter viye shche y hude?
Moloda Olenka za Vasylem yde.

Oy bat'ku miy, bat'ku, zbyi domovynu,
Oy shcho z to za viter viye shche y shumyt'?

Pochovay mene v chuzomu krayu.
Molodenka para v mohyli lezyt'.

Skazav posadyty korch horichovyi,
Bo tam spochyvaye strilec' sichovyi.




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