She was 22. She is a beautiful , slender lady ,
Has always been a best friend to its neighbors .
It is free and clean , but the soul tearing doubt.
She is always silent , but soon will have his opinion.
To attack and rob, beat and edit it so will not work,
In the righteous as it does not allow itself to be just hurt .
And whether you're a king , and whether you're a god , and whether you're a leader, Lenin -
Proud lady not to anyone not kneel .
Someone gave my father the right to strike without conscience in the face.
It is the flower from which you can not like this cold feet pollen.
It includes , as to the muddled , people whose lives are garbage,
Stripped all the pockets and shook beads.
All 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 soul Ukrainian. (x2)
As long as the soul lives , I will be on hand .
Smash all to pieces , smashing all the tries.
We just foreign to the word fear.
Their innocent beauty will not give offense ,
The servants of Themis , you're not the law , and the rules for the species.
You simply all slaves one dark council,
You do not understand the word conscience , righteousness and morals ,
You sell for pennies their land and the soul,
Beasts from the outside, you would have in life only to steal and destroy .
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 .
Already my country stands up and dissolve the willow .
We will be warriors of truth , brother, as long as we are alive.
It will heal the wounds , will rise and spread of the spit.
Will wear a dress made of flowers and poshagaet barefoot
By the morning dew , drops collecting feet .
It's not a war - everything your brother , it's time to hide the sword .
My country will not fall on my 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 soul Ukrainian. (x4)