Текст песни The Author - три тополі три сурми

In three square poplar edge cathedral walls
 Early morning Cossacks sang three trumpets
 Red sun in blue has gold bells
 We're still in the force , we thee Cossacks.

 Chorus:
 Three poplars, three trumpets
 Up to echo the sky
 Three poplars, three trumpets
 It will be all right

 Is it harsh or gentle destiny gave us wings
 Our cause , our cause - saber , pipe , mace .
 In the open field hilarious way , the only way endlessly
 Cossacks Zaporozhets sumuvat not to face.