Текст песни Повстаньська пісня - О мати, закута в кайдани

Oh mother, bound in chains,
Did you hear the clanking chains?
As people tortured cries
Oh how much patience and wounds.

Do you hear, man, young man,
In prison he clanking chains?
We are ashamed that called us slaves.
Oh how much patience and wounds.

Do you see - Dnipro dry,
Noise thresholds are.
Zozulya sit on the Tree,
Ukraine fate forge.

Do you see - Carpathian sad,
Looking at Mount sons.
A wind softly on the field
Spread my plaintive singing.

Do you see - rye are brought down,
You sow - it is not yours.
You are tormented every day and every night,
A zyje enemy of it.

The fighting we saw small,
And in my heart said to myself:
- For you zhyvem, Ukraine,
You will get to you.