Текст песни Петлюра - Есть в Италии маленький дом

In Italy, there is a small house
It stands on a steep cliff
This house laughing and drinking
And quietly about something sing

The road to a life
All of it leads to death
The sooner rather than later die
Past re not take

Once you live in the world
All that one can take from life
But ardent girl and a bottle of rum
With him on the light does not take

For yavilasya shadow shadow
And standing on the threshold level
This home at noon
Old Negro bar closes

A couple raspuschennyhkos
What captivated by its beauty
With ragamuffin fought sailor
Spurred on by a noisy crowd

And slhlestnulis two hearts trembling
And slehstnulis two sharp knife
Ragamuffin was clever and brave
He is your enemy odalel

And when he fell to his knees
To see his Vrana
The sailor, he learned his brother
Not seen for several years

And when he jumped for it
And he brought his hand skinzhalom
And at the heart of the thrust
He sharpened the knife

And when the police patrol
I knock on the small house
Obarvanets was pale as chalk
And tizonko something he sang

The road to a life
All of it leads to death
The sooner rather than later die
Past re not take

Once you live in the world
All that one can take from life
But ardent girl and a bottle of rum
With him on the light does not take