Текст песни Кубанский казачий хор - Спы, Тарасэ, Батько Ридный

Saw a month since yesterday
Grave digging ,
And the pit - hrobovynu
Taras lowered .

Farewell, our glorious Taras,
Farewell, dear brother.
In fact it is easier to own land
And bones lie.

To shut in country
Sin window.
Zahovalos underground
Ukrainian sun.

Sleep, Taras, father dear,
While time did not stir .
Your song Ukraine
Will never forget .