She was 22. She is a beautiful, slender woman,
There has always been the best friend to its neighbors.
It is free and clear, but the soul tear doubt.
It is always silent, but soon will have his opinion.
To attack and rob, beat, and so do not rule it out,
The righteous as it does not allow itself to simply hurt.
And whether you're a king, and whether you're a god, and whether you're a leader, Lenin -
Proud woman not to anyone not kneel.
Someone gave my father the right to strike without conscience in the face.
It is the flower from which can not be like that coward pollen.
It includes, as a muddled people whose lives garbage
Divide all the pockets and shook beads.
All the reality or just a dream.
Look, there is the old barn is my queen,
All bruising, wounds, blood from the tap - battered body.
Brothers, do not matter. His country shake my white gauze.
Gathered around those whose souls are not yet empty,
He who for the truth, ready to give the body under the cross.
She was all broken, though in ruins.
People around whispering her name - Ukraine.
My country does not fall to his knees.
Cities will become a mountain and believe me.
It will not hurt us no freedom to drink,
While each of us is a Ukrainian soul. (X2)
While the soul lives, I will be on hand.
Smash all to pieces, smashing all the tries.
We just fear of alien word.
His innocent beauty will not give offense,
The servants of Themis, you are not the law, and the rules for the species.
You just all slaves one dark council,
You do not understand the words conscience, righteousness and morals,
You sell their land for a pittance and soul,
Animals from the outside, you would have in life only to steal and ruin.
And I do not know whether enough space at all in hell.
And I'll go a bullet with his brothers in the same row.
Even my country rises and dissolves the willow.
We are the warriors of truth, brother, as long as we are alive.
It will heal the wounds, will rise and spread spit.
Will wear a dress made of flowers and strode barefoot
In the morning dew, drops collecting feet.
It's not the war - everything your brother, it's time to hide the sword.
My country does not fall to his knees ...
My country does not fall to his knees.
Cities will become a mountain and believe me.
It will not hurt us no freedom to drink,
While each of us is a Ukrainian soul. (X4)
