Drudkh Lebedinij Shljah (The Swan Road) 1. 1648 2. Vichne Sonce (Eternal Sun) Where did it go? Where did it come from? A silly one as well as wise one doesn’t know anything Lives, dies… one thing breaks into bloom, other faded, faded forever And winds swept away yellow leaves. And the sun rose, as it rose for the first time, And the red dawns, as they floated for the first time, Will float again, and you, the white faced man, Will come out to walk along the blue skies You will come out to look into the gutter, into the well, and endless sea, and you will shine, just like above the Babylon, above its gardens and above the things that will happen to our sons Just like the blue sky - it has no end There is no beginning and no end to the soul 3. Krov (Blood) Ukraine grumbled It grumbled for a long time It bleeded and got redder along the steppes for a long while It bleeded, bleeded and dried. The steppes are turning green. Grandfathers lye, and tombs above them are showing blue And what about them being so high? Nobody knows them, Nobody will cry sincerely, Nobody will remember. Just wind will blow above them quietly And the dew drops will wash them in the early morning. The sun will rise, dry and cherish And grandsons? They don’t care They sow the grain for the barins. There is a lot of them, but who will say Where the Gonti’s tomb is Where is the saint martyr buried? Where did Zaliznyak, the generous soul, find his peace? It’s hard! It’s difficult! Kat reigns, and they will not be remembered. Ukraine grumbled It grumbled for a long time It bleeded and got redder along the steppes for a long while It bleeded, bleeded and dried. Cannons fired day and night The Earth cries and sags It’s sad, it’s frightening but when you recall this your heart smiles. 4. Zagrava 1768-go (Glare of 1768) "Oj Dnipre mij, Dnipre, shirokij ta duzhij! Bagato ti, bat'ku, u more nosiv Kozac'koi krovi; we ponesesh, druzhe! Chervoniv ti sini, ta ne napoiv; A sju nich up'ishsja. Pekel'nei svjato Po vsij Ukraini sju nich zareve; Poteche bagato, bagato, bagato Shljahets'koi krovi. Kozak ozhive; Ozhivut' get'mani v zolotim zhupani; Prokinet'sja dolja; kozak zaspiva: "Ni zhida, ni ljaha", a v stepah Ukrajni — O bozhe mij milij — blisne bulava!" ... Zadzvonili v usi dzvoni Po vsij Ukraini; Zakrichali gajdamaki: "Gine shljahta, gine! Gine shljahta! poguljaim Ta hmaru nagriim!" Zajnjalasja Smiljanwina, Hmara chervonii. A najpersha Medvedivka Nebo nagrivai. Gorit' Smila, Smiljanwina Krov'ju pidplivai. Gorit' Korsun', gorit' Kaniv, Chigirin, Cherkasi; Chornim shljahom zapalalo, i krov polilasja Azh u Volin'. Po Polissi Gonta benketui, A Zaliznjak v Smiljanwini Domahu gartui, .... Zijshlo sonce; Ukraina De palala, tlila, A de shljahta, zapertisja, U budinkah mlila. Skriz' po selah shibenici; Navishano trupu — Til'ko starshih, a tak shljahta Kupoju na kupi. Na ulicjah, na rozputtjah Sobaki, voroni Grizut' shljahtu, kljujut' ochi; Nihto ne boronit'. 5. Cina Voli (The Price of Freedom) Why did you grow black, green lea? I grew black due to the blood spilt for freedom. Brave citizens of Zaporozhye covered the ground be their bodies for four miles away. By midnight I was covered by the ravens They peck kazaks’ eyes, But don’t wanna peck corpses. I, green, grew black And for your freedom I will be green again But you will never come back to freedom, You will sing songs to me And curse your freedom. 6. Dolja (Fate) Posijali gajdamaki V Ukraini zhito, Ta ne voni jogo zhali. Wo musim robiti? Nema pravdi, ne virosla; Krivda povivai - Rozijshlisja gajdamaki, Kudi jakij znai: Hto dodomu, hto v dibrovu, Z nozhem u haljavi, Zhidiv kinchat'. Taka j dosi Ostalasja slava. A tim chasom starodavnju Sich rozrujnuvali: Hto na Kuban', hto za Dunaj, Til'ko i ostalis', Wo porogi sered stepu. Revut' zavivajut': "Pohovali ditej nashih i nas rozrivajut'". Revut' sobi j revitimut' — ih ljude minuli; A Ukraina naviki, Naviki zasnula. 7. Duma pro Rujnuvannja Sichi (Song of Sich Destruction) Oj zza Gori zza Limanu Viter povivai Krugom Sichi Zaporiz'koi moskal' obljagai Obljagai moskal' Sichu taborom stali Voni svogo generala tri dni ozhidali Metnulisja po kurenjah zapasu shukati A moskovs'ka vsja starshina cerkvi obbirati Taj berut' sriblo berut' zloto we j voskovi svichi Zostaiccja Pan Koshovij z Pisar'om v Sichi Oj vstan' Petre oj vstan' Bat'ku prosjat' zhe nas ljudi Jak stanemo na grjanici po prezhn'omu bude Jak stanemo na grjanici ta vprosim caricju Wob viddala stepi vil'ni po prezhnju grjanicju Ne na te zh ja vrazhij sin moskalja zibrala Wob Step Dobrij Kraj Veselij nazad povertala Oj vstan' Petre oj vstan' Bat'ku wo zh mi narobili Wo Step Dobrij Kraj Veselij taj zanapastili Odna hmara zza Limanu a drugaja z Polja Zaplakala Ukraina taka ii Dolja Taj zaplakala Ukraina taka ii Dolja