Oy Bozhe miy, Bozhe, z vysokoho neba,
Chy chuyesh molytvu moyu?
/ Pryymy moyu hrishnuyu dushu do sebe,
A tilo – v syruyu zemlyu. / 2
Nahornut' na mene vysoku mohylu,
Travoyu vona zaroste,
/ Posadyat' nad neyu chervonu kalynu,
Vesnoyu vona y zatsvite. / 2
Ta y budut' do neyi ptashky prylitaty,
Ta y budut' spivaty pisni,
/ A ya y ne pochuyu, ya budu lezhaty
V syriy i kholodniy zemli. / 2
Khatynka malen'ka, ta y ta tak hlyboka,
Vikontsya u neyi nema,
/ A ya, odynoka, yak v poli bylyna,
Lezhu v tiy khatyntsi odna. / 2
Oy Bozhe, miy Bozhe, yakyy tsey svit mylyy,
Yak khochet'sya zhyty meni,
/ A ya y umyrayu i vse ostavlyayu,
Ta y budu lezhaty v zemli. / 2
Kolys' moyi nohy po svitu khodyly,
Yakyy buv to radisnyy chas,
/ Kolys' moyi ruky tak tyazhko robyly,
Teper zhe lezhat' na hrudyakh. / 2
Proshchayte, rodnyye, druz'ya dorohyye,
Ya vzhe ukhozhu vid vas,
/ Mene provazhayut' do vichnoho domu,
De budu spokiyno lezhat'. / 2
Proshchayte vy, druzi, i ridnaya khata,
Proshchayte vy, dity moyi,
/ Vy budete zhyty na bilomu sviti,
A ya u syriy zhe zemli. / 2
Both Miklos
Natalya Oliynyk
Susanna Karpenko
Natalka Khomenko
2018-09-24