Текст песни Тарас Компаніченко - Ми лицарі без жаху і без смерти

Mi litsarі without zhahu i without death,
On zlochin svitu become without crowbars,
Mi prisyaglisya share pereperti,
Rozderti awarded death of your gods!

Rozderli up Ukraine to vie chverti,
Immortal soul vperlis in lantsyugi,
That of zrodilis, dwellers of neї vmerti,
Rozderti awarded death of your gods!

We are not zlyakayut tanks ni canonical,
Mi praise the truth, God's World Novi.
You cursed tortured mіlyoni,
At the site of our home gonit їh s race in rіd.

People Immortal peremozhe in combat
The I Arise Mesnik іz krivavih torment,
For us, Arise lavoyu terrible
Mіlyon mіlyonіv muskulyastih hands!

Zdvignem zalіza s, s blood іz zavzyattya
Power od Danubians of the Caucasus.
Mi litsarі scho skinemo proklyattya,
For the death of the death of pokaraєm you.