Текст песни Mad Heads XL - щоб кулі минали

Let's pour, brothers,
Crystal bowls,
That swords did not take,
That bullets passed
Our heads.

To Ukraine
The eyelid did not cry,
To our glory,
Cossack glory,
The eyelid is not gone.

After all, the Cossack glory
Blood is watered,
Cut with swords,
Chopped with swords,
She is also washed away by tears.

Let's pour, brothers,
While there are still forces,
Until sunrise,
Until the hike
The trumpets did not sound.

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

Like a stork's howl,
Cossack temperament -
He will laugh,
Will exclaim sincere,
And echoes crying.