Тарас Бульба - речь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I would like to say, Panov, what is our partnership. You heard from the fathers and grandfathers in what honor was our land: the Greeks gave themselves to know themselves, and the cords took from Constantinople, and the cities were magnificent, and temples, and princes, princes of the Russian family, their princes, and not Catholic distrusts. Everyone took Busurmans, everything was gone. Only we remained, blue, yes, like a widow after a strong husband, slicing, just like us, our land!

That's what time we filed, comrades, a hand to the Brotherhood! That's what our partnership stands on! There is no bonder than partnership! Father loves his child, mother loves her child, the child loves father and mother. But this is not the same, brothers: loves his child and the beast. But only a person can be related by kinship, and not by blood. There were comrades in other lands, but there were no such comrades such as in Russian land ...

I know, now it has now started on our land; They only think that they had bread stacks, skin and their horse herds, but they would be whole in the cellars of their sealed honey. The features adopt the devil knows what kind of Busurman customs; disdain their tongue; He sells his own, how they sell a soulless creature in the trading market ... But the last drooping, whatever it is, even though he was redeemed in soot and in fans, there is also, brothers, a bit of Russian feeling. And he will ever wake up, and he will hit, miserable, on the floors with his hands, grabbing his head cursing his loudly vague life, ready to atone with flouring a shameful business. Let them know everything that this means in Russian land! For that matter, it went to die,- so none of them will get so to die! .. Nobody, nobody! .. Don’t have enough of them with their mouse nature!