Drudkh
Lebedinij Shljah (The Swan Road)
1. 1648
2. Vichne Sonce (Eternal Sun)
Where did it go? Where did it come from?
A silly one as well as wise one doesn’t know anything
Lives, dies… one thing breaks into bloom, other faded, faded forever
And winds swept away yellow leaves.
And the sun rose, as it rose for the first time,
And the red dawns, as they floated for the first time,
Will float again, and you, the white faced man,
Will come out to walk along the blue skies
You will come out to look into the gutter, into the well, and endless sea, and you will shine, just like above the Babylon, above its gardens and above the things that will happen to our sons
Just like the blue sky - it has no end
There is no beginning and no end to the soul
3. Krov (Blood)
Ukraine grumbled
It grumbled for a long time
It bleeded and got redder along the steppes for a long while
It bleeded, bleeded and dried.
The steppes are turning green.
Grandfathers lye, and tombs above them are showing blue
And what about them being so high?
Nobody knows them,
Nobody will cry sincerely,
Nobody will remember.
Just wind will blow above them quietly
And the dew drops will wash them in the early morning.
The sun will rise, dry and cherish
And grandsons? They don’t care
They sow the grain for the barins.
There is a lot of them, but who will say
Where the Gonti’s tomb is
Where is the saint martyr buried?
Where did Zaliznyak, the generous soul, find his peace?
It’s hard! It’s difficult! Kat reigns, and they will not be remembered.
Ukraine grumbled
It grumbled for a long time
It bleeded and got redder along the steppes for a long while
It bleeded, bleeded and dried.
Cannons fired day and night
The Earth cries and sags
It’s sad, it’s frightening but when you recall this your heart smiles.
4. Zagrava 1768-go (Glare of 1768)
"Oj Dnipre mij, Dnipre, shirokij ta duzhij!
Bagato ti, bat'ku, u more nosiv
Kozac'koi krovi; we ponesesh, druzhe!
Chervoniv ti sini, ta ne napoiv;
A sju nich up'ishsja. Pekel'nei svjato
Po vsij Ukraini sju nich zareve;
Poteche bagato, bagato, bagato
Shljahets'koi krovi. Kozak ozhive;
Ozhivut' get'mani v zolotim zhupani;
Prokinet'sja dolja; kozak zaspiva:
"Ni zhida, ni ljaha", a v stepah Ukrajni —
O bozhe mij milij — blisne bulava!"
...
Zadzvonili v usi dzvoni
Po vsij Ukraini;
Zakrichali gajdamaki:
"Gine shljahta, gine!
Gine shljahta! poguljaim
Ta hmaru nagriim!"
Zajnjalasja Smiljanwina,
Hmara chervonii.
A najpersha Medvedivka
Nebo nagrivai.
Gorit' Smila, Smiljanwina
Krov'ju pidplivai.
Gorit' Korsun', gorit' Kaniv,
Chigirin, Cherkasi;
Chornim shljahom zapalalo,
i krov polilasja
Azh u Volin'. Po Polissi
Gonta benketui,
A Zaliznjak v Smiljanwini
Domahu gartui,
....
Zijshlo sonce; Ukraina
De palala, tlila,
A de shljahta, zapertisja,
U budinkah mlila.
Skriz' po selah shibenici;
Navishano trupu —
Til'ko starshih, a tak shljahta
Kupoju na kupi.
Na ulicjah, na rozputtjah
Sobaki, voroni
Grizut' shljahtu, kljujut' ochi;
Nihto ne boronit'.
5. Cina Voli (The Price of Freedom)
Why did you grow black, green lea?
I grew black due to the blood spilt for freedom.
Brave citizens of Zaporozhye covered the ground be their bodies for four miles away.
By midnight I was covered by the ravens
They peck kazaks’ eyes,
But don’t wanna peck corpses.
I, green, grew black
And for your freedom
I will be green again
But you will never come back to freedom,
You will sing songs to me
And curse your freedom.
6. Dolja (Fate)
Posijali gajdamaki
V Ukraini zhito,
Ta ne voni jogo zhali.
Wo musim robiti?
Nema pravdi, ne virosla;
Krivda povivai -
Rozijshlisja gajdamaki,
Kudi jakij znai:
Hto dodomu, hto v dibrovu,
Z nozhem u haljavi,
Zhidiv kinchat'. Taka j dosi
Ostalasja slava.
A tim chasom starodavnju
Sich rozrujnuvali:
Hto na Kuban', hto za Dunaj,
Til'ko i ostalis',
Wo porogi sered stepu.
Revut' zavivajut':
"Pohovali ditej nashih
i nas rozrivajut'".
Revut' sobi j revitimut' —
ih ljude minuli;
A Ukraina naviki,
Naviki zasnula.
7. Duma pro Rujnuvannja Sichi (Song of Sich Destruction)
Oj zza Gori zza Limanu Viter povivai
Krugom Sichi Zaporiz'koi moskal' obljagai
Obljagai moskal' Sichu taborom stali
Voni svogo generala tri dni ozhidali
Metnulisja po kurenjah zapasu shukati
A moskovs'ka vsja starshina cerkvi obbirati
Taj berut' sriblo berut' zloto we j voskovi svichi
Zostaiccja Pan Koshovij z Pisar'om v Sichi
Oj vstan' Petre oj vstan' Bat'ku prosjat' zhe nas ljudi
Jak stanemo na grjanici po prezhn'omu bude
Jak stanemo na grjanici ta vprosim caricju
Wob viddala stepi vil'ni po prezhnju grjanicju
Ne na te zh ja vrazhij sin moskalja zibrala
Wob Step Dobrij Kraj Veselij nazad povertala
Oj vstan' Petre oj vstan' Bat'ku wo zh mi narobili
Wo Step Dobrij Kraj Veselij taj zanapastili
Odna hmara zza Limanu a drugaja z Polja
Zaplakala Ukraina taka ii Dolja
Taj zaplakala Ukraina taka ii Dolja
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