Текст песни Козацька пісня - Наливаймо браття кришталеві чаші

Let's pour, brothers,
Crystal bowls,
That swords did not take, (2)
To make the bullets pass (2)
Our heads. (2)

Because the fate of the Cossacks,
As in the root field -
Cut by rains, (2)
Baptized by thunder, (2)
It is also bent by the winds. (2)

Like a stork's howl,
Cossack temperament-
Will laugh (2)
Will exclaim sincere, (2)
And echoes crying. (2)

Let's take a walk, brothers,
Let's gather strength.
While hiking, (2)
Until sunrise, (2)
The trumpets did not sound. (2)