Текст песни Олена Білоконь - Отча сторона

And of our color all over the world
The fate of the native field inherited

And of our color all over the world
The fate of the native field inherited
From the desperate house that happiness is rich
Through years and delusions, and our flower is not in * it.

In the desperate side, I sing
Every second, as if in a voice, it was a joy to speak
Echo in the songs that you are my family
The game of destiny on the string in the desperate side

And our color oh how not to love
And glory and ears of good were poured out
I was born, sang and loved here
The big family is my Ukraine

In the desperate side, I sing
Every second, as if in a voice, it was a joy to speak
Echo in the songs that you are my family
The game of destiny on the string in the desperate side