Текст песни Олеся Мала - До України - як до храму

Tear sharpen , but not crying,
I see his native Ukraine ,
Its people , its wealth,
And even people high brotherhood.

To give heart to people ,
In trouble people will not forget
And with him live in concert ,
I ear - sort of rye.

Tear sharpen , but not crying,
As a song, Ukraine see.
A happy moment that calls for heroism -
So my every move , every breath.

I come from the Carpathian Mountains of blue ,
And the song - is my wealth .
I go every day in the bright gate -
In Ukraine - as a temple.