Виктор Петлюра - Суд - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The burning fireplace was burning, the young guy was judged, he himself was beautiful, but in life he did a lot of evil. From the judges he asked for a word, and the judges were given a word to him. When he began his story, the whole hall was filled with tears: when I was ten years old, I fell off the house, I learned to drink and crumble and contacted the thieves' span. When I was twenty years old, I was in the circle of friends of my beloved, I was beautiful and more strongly, I learned to rob with force. Once they robbed the village, where people slept quietly. We killed everyone in a row and did not even light the light. I waved a knife again and again and suddenly heard my name, I took matches, lit a fire ... Oh the judge that I saw there ... The mother stood there with a dead father with a knife in my chest, and a six -year -old sister in a crib died quietly ... Judge, judges, you judge me, judges, as you want. For the atrocities, you are a terrible sentence ... There was a shot, he fell, and his beloved tears were poured: my dear boy is dear, why did you make people evil? The burning fireplace burned, killed the young guy, he himself was beautiful, but in life he did a lot of evil