Текст песни Тарас Компаніченко - Розпрощався стрілець

The shooter said goodbye to his family,
He himself went the long way.
For his native land, for his rifle custom
We go to battle for our victory.

And the wind in the steppe is grass,
The green oak bent down,
The leaves rustle, the shooter killed
Above him the grasshopper glowered.

- Oh my horse, my horse, don't stand by me,
In the meantime, I'll lie down in the field,
Run, my horse, tell your nurse,
That I lie in the steppe is clogged.

Most father and mother and siblings,
Let them not cry for me,
I lie in my steppe for my Ukraine,
The black hook came over me.