Текст песни Петлюра - Я сошью себе рубашку...

How I wandered how many wheels
How many shoes worn out for nothing
How many have not seen those who just
for mending shoes dharma bums

I was very lucky with the calendar
vagrants have always imagine the red number
red in the face of the sun disc at sunset
means output imagine tomorrow I

I 'll make myself a shirt from kropivnogo sheet
that the body did not sweat not never itched

which would not have wandered where it had not traveled about
all the rain cape on the shoulders wearing
many have not met on the way I
those who have nothing better sang the nightingale

where bet my house is not decided yet
only imagine he will do without lock
will be in the house blazing hearth
only where you really imagine a door without a key so

I 'll make myself a shirt from kropivnogo sheet
that the body did not sweat not never itched

on on on

how many did not hang ...