Текст песни Тарас Компаніченко - Чи то буря, чи то грім ..

Whether the storm, or thunder,
Do roaring hmarolim,
What on earth plays menacingly hundred miles,
It was going to march
Ukrainian people,
In a series arise that was not too late.

Stand in a row without Baris,
No matter what do not you see,
Do you go to hell or to heaven,
Lichen old their mother,
Lichen girl and her sister,
Because there was a great need.

Because it's a time
What each of us will die
Not on the bed, and then in the blood,
And in a minute formidable
Spom'yanem homeland,
To die for her love.

Whether the storm, or thunder,
Do roaring hmarolim,
What on earth plays menacingly hundred miles,
From the mountains of the Caucasus
A voice "appearance!"
Stand in a row that was not too late.