Текст песни Оксана Білозір - Дзвонар

The cathedral on the hill is elegant
Enchants with the radiance of the domes,
A slender monk, like a winged bird,
There is a solemn bell.

The bell ringer was destined to see
I bloomed in the garden,
Since then his bells have been weeping,
And I do not go to the temple.

Chorus:
God's bell, the magic bell, the majestic scherzo,
Illuminated the heights and sunk into the heart.
God's bell, the magic bell is full of joy,
I pray until he is silent in the temple.

You will not turn away from the faith,
Although young at heart,
Your dreams will run away, they will be wasted,
Oh, my dear bell ringer.

And when again a pure flood
Take off from the domed domes
I will bring you to confession
The sweetness of their sins.

Chorus

The cathedral on the hill is elegant
Enchants with the radiance of the domes,
A slender monk, like a winged bird,
There is a solemn bell there