UKRAINE!
Mother of Heroes, come down to my heart,
the storm of the Caucasian wind,
the noise of the Carpathian streams,
battles of the glorious Conqueror Father Hops,
the triumph and sound of the guns of the Revolution,
joyful din of the Sofia Bells.
May I be reborn in you,
I will shine with thy glory,
for thou art all my life, for thou art all my happiness.
Call me the rattle of the shackles,
the creak of the gallows in the gloomy morning,
bring me the cries of the tortured in cellars and prisons,
and in exile, that my faith may be granite,
that zeal, power,
that I may boldly go into battle as the Heroes followed Thee,
for Your glory, for Your Holy Ideas;
to avenge the shame of bondage, trampled honor,
the mockery of thy executioners, the innocent blood of the slain under the Bazaar, the Kruty, in Kingira and Vorkuta,
the heroic death of the heroes of the Ukrainian Nation, the Ukrainian National Revolution - Colonel Yevhen Konovalets, Basarabova, Golovinsky, Shukhevych, Bandera and the glorious death of Danylyshyn and Bilas, and thousands of others unknown to us,
that their bones are scattered or secretly raked.
All the weakness in my heart slept with the life-giving fire. Let me not know fear, I do not know what hesitation is.
Strengthen my spirit, harden my will, stay in my heart!
In prisons and the difficult moments of underground life, I was raised to clear ranks.
In those ranks let me find sweet death, death in torment for You.
And I will dissolve in You, and I will live forever in You, ETERNAL UKRAINE, MIGHTY and CATHEDRAL!
