Текст песни Шлях до Тараса - мінус

In dnі Peremoga i in dnі porazok,
Schaslivі dnі i in dnі sumnі
Іdu s of Childhood to Taras,
Svoї zemnі am pillows.

Koli in dushі moїy trivoga,
Koli in dushі pekelny present,
Іdu to Demba, to live
In Vsesvit vіrshіv i sing.

Krіz vіter zly Carb sketch
The I smell of skin Mit insertions,
& quot; Reve ta Stogniy Dnіpr wide & quot ;, |
Dwellers rozbuditi vsіh hto asleep. | (2)

Oh Ruta on cholі tvoїm,
Oh cool that steeper de Taras stoїt
Oh cool that steeper de stoїt Taras
Krіz prophets of I cry cry cry of us!

I'm not one to іdu Demba -
Іdut to Demba tisyachі,
Nache grіshniki to God
Svoї pechalі nesuchi.

Docks in the I rimah Zapovіtu
Vogon poezії not zgas.
That ruh to Sontsya not spiniti
Bo zvetsya sontse those Taras.

Іdu krіz holy, i krіz budnі,
Krіz Gloom yurbi, i suєtu
Ni is not passed, and in the Future
Before you, I, Taras, ydu.