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A u Petra Vitovoho ta dvi dochky buly

Artist: Balady

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A u Petra Vitovoho ta dvi dochky buly,
Yak holubky sobi rosly, honorovi buly.

Gazdynyamy vony staly, fayno gazduvaly,
Kudy pryishly mezy lyudy, honor vony maly.

Yak des' pryidut' na zabavu, fayno zaspivayut',
Chy starenke, chy malenke – vsi yich povazayut'.

Otak Hanka iz Paraskov v hori sobi zyly,
Shcho nikoly, yek ne bulo, v’ny sya ne svaryly.

Hanka z Fedem gazduvaly, chaty buduvaly,
Kryvavymy mozolyamy vse ce prytyahaly.

Choch i trudno prychodylos', ta vse taky maly,
U strashni roky holodni shche y lyudyam davaly.

Ale pryishla bida druha, taki chasy staly,
Kotri krashchi lyudy buly, to yich zabyraly.

Pokotylys' lyudy svitom, tymy sybiramy,
Doma vse-vse zalyshyly, shcho pryhazduvaly.

Usi znayem, yak to tyazko chaty buduvaty,
A u nas i se zabraly, lehko tak skazaty.

Staryi Kashchuk iz Sytrukom v seli gazduvaly,
Lyuds'ki chaty rozbyraly, sobi buduvaly.

My z mamov z boku stoyaly, sliz'my sya vmyvaly,
Yak cile selo vyhnaly, chaty rozibraly.

Ta rozbyly nashi chaty, u kotrych my zyly,
Ta na lyudey pokrykaly, shchob vse vyvozyly.

Nelehko nam bulo z mamov na ce vse dyvytys',
Yak pochaly nashi chaty u selo zvozyty.

Vzyaly Hanku iz donechkov na Petra iz chaty,
Yak ce davno uze bulo, to sumno zhadaty.

Skilky Hanka v sviti zyla, to vse i stradala,
Shcho "hospodar" use znyshchyv, shcho pryhazduvala.

Zurylasya ta plakala, vse perezyvala,
Ne proyshlo ce vse bezslidno, bo y slabist' distala.

Pryishla Hanka voseny do donky Vasyuty,
Bo chotila shche vposlidok u donky pobuty.

Potim shchastya vyprosyla, pustyly dodomu,
Obiyshla usyu rodynu u krayu ridnomu.

Pryishla Hanka rozdyvylas', de vona rodylas',
I kudy vona malenkov bosoniz chodyla.

De v’na roky gazduvala, tyazko pracyuvala,
Teper vse ce ta znyshchyly, shchob sya ne pryznala.

Todi Hanka sya vernula mezy svoyi dity,
Ne chotila tu ruyinu bilshe vze vydity.

Yak pryyichala do donok – hirshe zabolila,
Uze bilshe u bolnycy, yak doma, sydila.

A Paraska – mensha dochka robotu lyshaye,
Zabyraye mamu slabu, v dorohu rushaye.

Ne dumaly, shcho zyvenku dovezem dodomu,
Pochovaly svoyu mamu u krayu chuzomu.

Takisinki do Pechory vvechir pryletily,
I v bolnycy nochuvaly, aby pidlichyly.

A vdosvita, za zoryamy mamka zapytaly:
– De my teper nochuyemo? – vze ne vpiznavaly.

– Chy my vze u Kosovi, chy u Kryvorivni,
Tak sya mamci pozdavalo, shcho na zemli ridniy.

Shche vodychky zaprosyly poslidnyi razochok,
Bilshe ya uze ne chula mamyn holosochok.

Tak tychonko mamka vmerly, vze ne hovoryly,
Otak mene i zustrila neshchasna hodyna.

– Shcho ya mayu tut robyty, sama na chuzyni,
Ni sestrychok, ni susidok, blyz'koyi rodyny?

Ce vse stalosya v dorozi, u krayu chuzomu,
Plachu, stohnu, kochayusy, shcho komu do toho?

A sestryci Vasylyni dayu telehramu:
– Ne dovezla ya dodomu svoyu ridnu mamu.

Pryyizdzay syudy v Pechoru, treba shchos' robyty,
My vze svoyu ridnu mamku musym choronyty.

Ne vdalosya ridnu mamku dovezty dodomu,
Pochovaly ridnu mamku u krayu chuzomu.

Lyshylasya ridna mama naviky v chuzyni,
My pryyichaly, plachuchy, do svoyi rodyny.

V ridnyi kray my pryvezly vistochku sumnenku,
Shcho v Pechori pochovaly mamochku ridnenku.

Kozna mamka vidchuvaye v svoyim serci rany,
Yakshcho dity umyrayut' ranishe vid mamy.

A shche moya ridna mama ridnu mamu mala,
Shcho Hannychku vyhlyadala, v rodyny pytalas':

– Chomu Hanka ne prychodyt', ne mozu dizdatys'.
A za mamku, ridnu dochku ne chochut' pryznatys'.

Hanka, brattya i sestrychky ne chochut' skazaty
Svoyiy babci, shcho yich donka ne pryide do chaty.

Boyet v’ny sy za babusyu, za taku slabenku,
Shchob ne vmerla vona z zalyu za donkov ridnenkov.

Shcho Hanka uze vmerla, ne pryide nikoly,
Bo vze yiyi pochovaly v dalekiy Pechori.

Rozluchylas' z sestrychkamy ta shche y z bratchykamy,
Ta iz svoyimy ridnymy dvoma donechkamy.

Ce ne hoden rozkazaty vsi svoyi rozluky,
Ta yaki my perezyly v zytti svoyim muky.

A vy, lyudy, ne dyvuytes', shcho ya seye sklala,
Bo ya razom z mamkov zyla, vse zapam’yatala.

Ya ne hodna pozabuty vsi svoyi tortury,
Vse meni pered ochyma, shcho my perebuly.

Shcho my v zytti perezyly – vse meni na hadci,
Ya kinchayu spivanochku svoyiy ridniy mamci.




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