Текст песни Зінковська - песня на 1 сентября

Iryna Zinkovskaya
Ukrainians

In embroidery on holidays and weekdays
my Ukraine is in bloom.
Here are wise and cheerful people -
there are nowhere else.

Hutsuls, fights, squats
and desperate Cossacks,
respectful, Greek Halychyna -
my beloved countrymen.

Refrain:
Ukrainians, we are one family.
Singing language, wheat land,
clean and tender, like a bird on a viburnum.
I am grateful that I was born in Ukraine.

Volyn, Pokuttya, the Black Sea -
we are all under the sky -
Danube, Dnipro, Beskidy, mountains,
because Ukraine is our home.

Ringworms -
to Zaporozhye there is a moon.
One family is Ukrainian,
this is our home country.

Refrain.