A Reflection — текст песни (Виталий Лялюшко)

слова Т.Г. Шевченко, перевод John Weir



Am Dm Am

The river empties to the sea,

Am Dm E7

But out it never flows;

Am Dm Am

The Cossack lad his fortune seeks,

Am E7 Am

But never fortune knows.

Am E7 Am E7

The Cossack lad has left his home,

Am Dm E7

He`s left his kith and kind;

Am Dm Am

The blue sea`s waters splash and foam,

Am E7 Am

Sad thoughts disturb his mind:



Why, heedless, did you go away?

For what did you forsake

Your father old, your mother grey,

Your sweetheart, to their fate?

In foreign lands live foreign folks,

Their ways are not your way:

There will be none to share your woes

Or pass the time of day.



Across the sea, the Cossack rests --

The choppy sea`s distraught.

He thought with fortune to be blessed --

Misfortune is his lot.

In vee-formation, `cross the waves

The cranes are off for home.

The Cossack weeps -- his beaten paths

With weeds are overgrown...



Nottingham 2002г.