Vtomleni ochi, zmucheni dushi

Pryspiv:
Stomleni ochi, zmucheni dushi,
Tilo vtomylos vid neljudskyh strazdan.
Ye shche nadiya, shcho budem duzi,
Nemaye viry, os chomu, os chomu... (ves kuplet – 2)

Stomleni ochi, zmucheni dushi,
Tilo vtomylos vid neljudskyh strazdan.
Ye shche nadiya, shcho budem duzi,
Nemaye viry, os chomu zal!

Liky dratuyut, likarni ruinuyut,
Vse zalyshaite, vse tak, yak ye.
Za shcho pokarannya nesty ya mushu?
Dumka pro ce, os shcho peche.

Rize na shmattya, bil napovnyaye,
Peklo ta i hodi, shcho tut kazat.
Bachyty batkivske hore,
Maty, batko – dovedetsya dohlyadat.

Pryspiv

Ne hroshi, ne svit, ne nauka, ne liky,
Ne zdatni zminyty stanu moho,
Ye relihiya, a treba vira,
A hto z pryvede mene do ioho?

Ni, postryvaite, viru ya mayu!
V comu zvertanni vira vse-taky ye,
Hospod Isus, pro dopomohu blahayu,
Zberezy dlya sebe serce moye!

Dai syly kolinam, dai meni movy,
Shchob proslavlyaty vichno Tebe.
Dusha moya do tebe lyne.
Yak dobre, shcho v mene vira ye!

Pryspiv

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