The black tillage is plowed, hey, hey, The black tillage is plowed, And with bullets it is sown, hey, hey, And with bullets it is sown, A white body drapes it, hey, hey, A white body drapes it, And is washed in blood, hey, hey, And is washed in blood, A Kozak lies upon a mound, hey, hey, A Kozak lies upon a mound, A shroud covers his face, hey, hey, A shroud covers his face, A red shroud, hey, hey, A red shroud, Meriting a Kozak, hey, hey, Meriting a Kozak, No coffin, no grave, hey, hey, No coffin, no grave, No wreath, no mother, hey, hey, No wreath, no mother. And no one to toll a bell, hey, hey, And no one to toll a bell Nor yet light a candle, hey, hey, Nor yet light a candle, The horses hooves do ring, hey, hey, The horses hooves do ring, And the soldiers spurs, hey, hey, And the soldiers spurs. Flies in a crows from a foreign place, hey, hey, He sits upon the grave. Gouging out his eyes , hey, hey, Gouging out his eyes. A mother walking calling out, hey, hey, Looking for her son. "Oh I do know your son, hey, hey, For I have his popas. " "Do tell me, dear crow, hey, hey, Is my son there still alive? And are his eyes still bright, hey, hey, And are his lips yet rosie? .. Do tell me, dear crow, hey, hey, Is my son there still alive, Does his hair turn white, hey, hey, Dose his face still blush? " "And now his mouth is blue, hey, hey, And his hair is beaten. I sit upon his face, hey, hey, Gouging out his eyes .. "
Trzymajcie się ciepło Ukraino pozdrawiam serdecznie Hwala Ukrainie
Який голос неймовірний, сильний. Наші пісні, наша мова найкращі у світі. Серце ожило коли почула цю пісню.💔🇺🇦🙏
Дуже гарне виконання. Також раджу подивитись кліп та виконання цієї пісні Аваком Бабаханяном. Авак Бабаханян молодий артист.
Плаче Земля, плаче Душа...
Pray for Ukraine
Дякую.
Дякую
Це студійний запис. Не знав що у піднесеного до Предків пана Василя Жданкіна вони є. Де придбати?
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The black tillage is plowed, hey, hey,
The black tillage is plowed,
And with bullets it is sown, hey, hey,
And with bullets it is sown,
A white body drapes it, hey, hey,
A white body drapes it,
And is washed in blood, hey, hey,
And is washed in blood,
A Kozak lies upon a mound, hey, hey,
A Kozak lies upon a mound,
A shroud covers his face, hey, hey,
A shroud covers his face,
A red shroud, hey, hey,
A red shroud,
Meriting a Kozak, hey, hey,
Meriting a Kozak,
No coffin, no grave, hey, hey,
No coffin, no grave,
No wreath, no mother, hey, hey,
No wreath, no mother.
And no one to toll a bell, hey, hey,
And no one to toll a bell
Nor yet light a candle, hey, hey,
Nor yet light a candle,
The horses hooves do ring, hey, hey,
The horses hooves do ring,
And the soldiers spurs, hey, hey,
And the soldiers spurs.
Flies in a crows from a foreign place, hey, hey,
He sits upon the grave.
Gouging out his eyes , hey, hey,
Gouging out his eyes.
A mother walking calling out, hey, hey,
Looking for her son.
"Oh I do know your son, hey, hey,
For I have his popas. "
"Do tell me, dear crow, hey, hey,
Is my son there still alive?
And are his eyes still bright, hey, hey,
And are his lips yet rosie? ..
Do tell me, dear crow, hey, hey,
Is my son there still alive,
Does his hair turn white, hey, hey,
Dose his face still blush? "
"And now his mouth is blue, hey, hey,
And his hair is beaten.
I sit upon his face, hey, hey,
Gouging out his eyes .. "
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