Текст песни Козацька пісня - Зажурилась Україна

Ukraine is tired,
What to live in nowhere:
Hey, trampled by a horde of horses
Little children.
Which young people -
taken captive;
As they occupied, they drove away
To the lord, to the khan.
Good for you, sir brother,
Grindles to draw,
Take a sharp, long sword
And go to war!
Oh, you will stand at the gate,
And I'm in the corner.
We will give him a verse of disaster
And to the enemy Turk!
Oh, you'll stand with a saber,
And I'm with my fists,
Oh, that the glory is not lost
Between the Cossacks,
Oh, Cossack to the rose,
Burlak to the kick:
This is for you, enemy Turk,
Separation from the soul!