Текст песни Теодор Кукурудза - Повертайтесь до рідних осель, українці

Vzhe long ago that bіda, that hvoroba
Ukrainsky torturing our people,
Scho not have vmіє kupі trimatis,
Leather pragne to Vlasna visota.
That obduryuє, that znevazhaє,
Inshyj brother stranger prodaє,
And the land i rіdnih left -
On chuzhinі schaslivim staє.

Prispіv:
Povertaytes to rіdnih donkey ukraїntsі,
W vsogo svitu naykrasche nesіt,
Wee potrіbnі Vkraїnі - not Vashі gostintsі
Rіdnu zberezhіt ground again.

Do not judge the potrіbno passed,
Our bіdah VINITI kogos,
And so once staraymosya zhiti,
Dwellers naygіrshe Bulo, scho zbulos.
Identity єdnaytes, Rodin Vkraїnskі,
One of navіk polyubіt,
And that is a pity that i bіl - Has Not Yet Perished,
Yak іstorіyu in sertsі lishіt.

Prispіv (3 Razi)