Текст песни р. Б. Сергий Покровский - Здесь много разных мест,

There are many different places, but it is still the best,
I forgot the camera to take with him again,
The hills in front of me - a different steeper
And my source and Vorskla Vorskla through flashing.

Under the blue sky, where the clouds like smoke,
Pour trills, singing all five kinds of different Ptah,
Here came a man lit a fire in the new settlements, the
Burn the grass, the earth absorbs the dust,

Beyond the horizon hum: is the highway,
Machines from Moscow to Simferopol rod
They will pass Ukraine is dangerous
There perish Russian now in the fighting and dying stroked.

Let Vorskla in Katerinoslav carries water from the source,
Let Annunciation Pichugov sing all the earth,
Under the sky that the two of us torturing each other how much?
God word, thou hast been our sinful world to love your help.