Александр Маточкин - Горе гореваньице
текст песни

In the grief to live a non -handed to be
do not be ashamed to walk

There is no money before money
a hryvnia appeared before evil days

not to be bald curly
not to be a guest of a rich

Do not describe the dry wood tree
Do not feed the horse dry

Do not console a child without a mother
Do not hide the satin without a master

Lyok Gore belted
Mochami legs are isolated

I am from grief in the dark forest
And grief has already entered there before

I am honest from grief
And grief is already sitting there ahead

I am from grief to the king’s tavern
and grief is there beer there

how I was nagging, he mocked
You are grief Gore Gorevanyts