Виктор Петлюра - Седой
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Случай на севере был в отдаленном районе,
Срок в лагерях отбывал паренек молодой,
Всюду по зоне звучал его голос чудесный,
Все уважали и дали кликуху СЕДОЙ.
Как-то рпиходит седому письмо заказное
Пишет седому на зону родимая мать,
"Я заболела о горе какое сыночек
И не хотелось не видя тебя умирать.
Брови глаза у седого в тот час потемнели
Все замечали,что голос седого дрожал,
А на рассвете когда все началбство явилось
Всем объявили,что ночью седой убежал.
А через месяц приходит письмо заказное
пишет на зону седому родимая мать
"Я поправляюсь о счастье какое сыночек
Ивозвращенья отца твоего дождалась.
Слухи пошли,что седого в побеге убили
Горем убит похоронен седого отец
Но никогда и никто из родных не узнает
Где и когда похоронен был этот беглец.
The case in the north was in a remote area,
The deadline in the camps was serving a young boy,
Everywhere around the zone sounded his voice wonderful,
Everyone was respected and gave the clikuhu gray.
Somehow the seed letter is registered
Writes gray on the zone the birthplace
"I got sick about grief what son
And I did not want not seeing you to die.
Eyebrows of eyes at gray at that time darkened
Everyone noticed that the voice of the gray was trembling,
And at dawn when all the starts appeared
Everyone announced that at night he ran away.
A month later the letter comes
Writes on the zone of the gray-haired mother
"I recover about happiness what son
The restraint of your father waited.
Rumors went that he was killed gray in escape
Grief killed buried gray father
But never nobody knows
Where and when this fugitive was buried.
The deadline in the camps was serving a young boy,
Everywhere around the zone sounded his voice wonderful,
Everyone was respected and gave the clikuhu gray.
Somehow the seed letter is registered
Writes gray on the zone the birthplace
"I got sick about grief what son
And I did not want not seeing you to die.
Eyebrows of eyes at gray at that time darkened
Everyone noticed that the voice of the gray was trembling,
And at dawn when all the starts appeared
Everyone announced that at night he ran away.
A month later the letter comes
Writes on the zone of the gray-haired mother
"I recover about happiness what son
The restraint of your father waited.
Rumors went that he was killed gray in escape
Grief killed buried gray father
But never nobody knows
Where and when this fugitive was buried.
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