Текст песни Марина Александрова - Марш Донбасса

Everywhere hears a moan of native land,
Fires and explosions are arranged
We will win, after all, they could
Those who came victory forty-fifth!

Dothemna's interlock leaves
No day enemy calm, no hour,
Native Donetsk We will protect full
With the folk militia of Donbass!

Chorus:

We swear we bitterly spilled tears,
And honor the soldier's swear,
You know, Mariupol, Slavyansk, Kramatorsk -
Let us come back, back, come back!

In the defenders of the motherland chose us
But the point of the bullet does not choose ...
The enemy does not give out our proud Donbass,
Nobody wants to mercy!

Uninvited guest crowds at the door
Hospitals are burning, children die,
For the pain and tears of our mothers
National Guard will ever respond.

Surrounded, we carry unequal battle,
But the war has such a law of severe,
Lugansk covers only me and you,
And we are always ready for battle.

Chorus.