Текст песни Сестри Тельнюк - Рядок з автобіографії

My ancestors were not poor
On the song and the holy knives -
From my ancestors, praise God,
Nobody served the clouds!

Gave from father to son
Honor is inherited like a white bone!
My ancestors were beautiful -
Enemies to the surprise and anger.

Let not glory (God is there with her!) -
Like an oath on swords,
My ancestors owned the land:
This land belonged to them!

And dense, like a thread of warp
Through the ages of one family,
Invulnerable - carried the word
And lowered into my lungs ...

Oh, and the breed was strong -
Solovki, Magadan, Kolyma ...
My ancestors were a people ...