Виктор Петлюра - Над Воронежской тюрьмой
текст песни

Above Voronezh prison silence,

My moon smiled on my decision

Let me go, boss, home,

I have not seen my mother's mom for a long time.

Let me go, boss, home,

I have not seen my mother's mom for a long time.



I have not seen my mother's mom for a long time,

I have not heard friends for a long time,

I'm in my hands, a jail challenging,

Did not hold his guitar for a long time.

I'm in my hands, a jail challenging,

Did not hold his guitar for a long time.



Did not hold a long guitar for his

And did not sang your favorite songs,

White bread did not feed pigeons

On the rain-colored bridges.

White bread did not feed pigeons

On the rain-colored bridges.



I used the MiG to dwell the bird there,

Where trees are extinguishing in the spring

Where the year is running like in rivers water,

Let me go, the boss, home ...

Where the year is running like in rivers water,

Let me go, the boss, home ...



Let me go, boss, home,

Let go on the white light to see

Let go of the ambassador

I will come back to die in that prison.

Let go of the ambassador

I will come back to die in that prison.