Oy Bozhe, miy Bozhe, z vysokoho neba,
Chy chuyesh molytvu zh moyu?
/ Voz'my zh moyu hryeshnuyu y dushu na nebo,
A tyelo – v syruyu zemlyu. / 2
Nasyplyat' na neyi vysoku mohylu,
Travoyu vona zaroste,
/ Posadyat' nad neyu chervonu kalynu,
Vesnoyu vona y zatsvite. / 2
Ta y budut' do neyi ptashky prylitaty,
Ta y budut' spivaty pisni,
/ A ya vzhe nikoly ta yikh ne pochuyu,
Bo budu lezhaty v zemli. / 2
Kolys' moyi nohy zh bahato khodyly,
Ta y buv meni radosnyy chas.
/ Kolys' moyi ruky bahato robyly,
Teper na hrudyakh zhe lezhat'. / 2
Nikoly zh ne budu ya pisnyu spivaty,
Lezhatymu v yami odyn,
/ I z bolem u sertsi, i z trepetom v hrudyakh
Ya zhdatymu Strashnoho Suda. / 2
Ritual and customary folklore
The Funeral
The Commemoration of the dead
Both Miklos
Myroslava Vertiuk
Natalya Oliynyk
Natalka Khomenko
2018-09-25