Текст песни Полинове Поле - Щедрий вечір

Vdarit dzvіn
People on the outbursts
Having run the I to the ground
Impenetrable daze
Forty dnіv
Vzhe passed
Ale pam'yat alive
Mi not Zabul.

Vіter s gіr
Znov prinіs trivogu
The I poklikat us vsіh
At the road
OAO All Pіdut
The I will come back a little,
That Sunday znov
Our glory.

There have lіsah,
Vovcha pіsnya Lina
Vby svіy fear -
Will is not Zaghini,
Odyagni its
Crown of thorns
The I іdi svoїm Shlyakhov
Until the Skåne.

There have lіsah
Vovcha pіsnya
Bіy chekaє
And all Lots Other - pіslya
Predkіv glory
We resurrected
Pong seem to us:
Time - the power!

Chornі ochі
Zatumanenі Bol,
All the I Zhittya
Yak spomin unclear,
Tee bachiv death
Bachiv zradu,
Way popered,
Sketches behind.

The I ti іdesh Dali,
Dolayuchi all
You pomsta
On krill Nese
Tvoї ochі
Palayut Vaughn
At once
Mi pull through.