Виктор Петлюра - Пой, гитара, семиструнная - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sing, play the guitar seven -string, go my friend my faithful in my life, I loved only a young girl who left me. This was the case in late autumn, from the sky a small rain drizzled, I walked home with a drunken gait, I walked home and was sad about it. I walked home with a drunken gait, I walked home and was sad about her. In the alley, the couple showed up, I did not believe my eyes, she walked, pressed to another, and the mouth glided over the mouth. She walked, pressed to another, and the mouth glided over the lips. Quickly, Khmel left her head, I took out a nagan from my pocket, shot seven times at my fingertips, and inflicted seventeen wounds to him. He shot seven times in his chill, and he inflicted seventeen wounds to him. And now I’m sitting in a isolation ward, I expect a formidable court, I will be alive, or maybe there will be a tower to me, here I have such things. I will be alive, or maybe there will be a tower to me, I have such things. Youth flew by, rushed, behind bars in a stone prison, so that this does not happen to you, remember the brothers about me. So that this does not happen to you, remember the brothers about me. Added by Alinka.