Sur la route de Magadan

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Thursday, November 27, 2025

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Василь Стус

Верни до мене, пам’яте моя,
нехай на серце ляже ваготою
моя земля з рахманною журбою.
Хай сходить співом горло солов’я
в гаю нічному. Пам’яте, верни
із чебреця, із липня жаротою.
Хай яблука останнього достою
в мої, червонобокі, виснуть сни.
Нехай Дніпра уроча течія
бодай у сні у маячні струмує,
і я гукну. І край мене почує.
Верни до мене, пам’яте моя.

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One hundred years since the birth of Sich...

3/3

And with joyful thunder
lightning bolts fall from the sky
Taras' birds of prophecy-
words whisper over the Dnieper.

VI.1963

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One hundred years since the birth of Sich...
2/3

You will not die anymore, you are two-stringed,
the land plundered by the ages,
and do not punish you with stranglers
Siberians and Solovky

You are still in pain
you're still torn to pieces
and already, cool and unruly,
you straightened up for freedom

you grew angry Now
you will not have peace from him,
let him grow and grow, until
the prison door will not fall

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One hundred years since the birth of Sich...
1/3

One hundred years since Sich died.
Siberia. And Solovetsky cells.
And the stupid besieges the night
hell's edge and hell's cry.

A hundred years of tormented hopes,
and hopes, and faith, and blood
sons branded for love
a hundred hearts like a hundred torches.

But they grow from lychaks,
from a harem, from a dusty house
slaves grow to sons
of his mother Ukraine.