Текст песни Павел Кравецкий - Моя родимая земля

You picks and shovels
From dawn till dusk digging,
And all the hot shrapnel
You sowed war.
Do not you just muffled explosions,
Not just kicked up to the skies.
Of those fragments could grow
Long ago, the iron forest.

Your friends - my friends
You hid, like a mother.
And so they fell to the ground,
That never with it does not stand up.
And endless roads
We walked sadly dust.
And you looked after them sadly,
My native land!

For all that you are acquainted with in my life,
What has been able to carry through the smoke.
Thee I low the custom
Bow bow to the earth.
Again, from the ashes reborn,
Your field will rise,
My fate is not defeated,
My native land!