Текст песни Виктор Петлюра — Виктор Петлюра — Сын прокурор

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Pale dawn illumined
That old cemetery yard.
And over the grave syroyu
Cried a young thief.
And over the grave syroyu
Cried a young thief.

& Quot; you are my poor mother.
Why have you left so early?
Life had not seen her.
Father — a scoundrel you found.
Life had not seen her.
Father — a scoundrel you found.

I — the son of working people.
My father, mother — the prosecutor.
He judges people defenseless,
Not knowing that his son — a thief! & Quot;
& Quot; He judges people defenseless,
Not knowing that his son — a thief! & Quot;

And here in the dock
A young boy sits
And blue eyes
On the prosecutor looks.

The prosecutor began his speech.
& Quot; A criminal should be judged.
For big money and gold
We can not spare him any more! & Quot;
& Quot; In the big money and gold
We can not spare him any more! & Quot;

He graduated from the speech of the prosecutor,
The judge already has approved the execution,
A prosecutor after the execution
I learned that he was the son of judge.
A prosecutor after the execution
I learned that he was the son of judge.

Pale dawn illumined
That old cemetery yard.
And over the grave syroyu
Cried the father — the prosecutor …
And over the grave syroyu
He hanged himself the prosecutor.