Текст песни Хор Гомін - Що за військо йде

What kind of army is this? What kind of song is buzzing?
What kind of flag is fluttering in the wind?
Then the rebels, "Eagles", went under the grove,
Then their song tickles their hearts.

Do not throw flowers under their forged step,
Girls do not weave wreaths,
For their father is the forest, and their mother is the night,
All of Ukraine is their home.

Look at them, at the "Eagles" of the young,
Their faces are scorched by the wind
Smile at us, and fear the enemy,
And in their eyes the courage will sparkle.

Somewhere far away relatives are waiting every day,
And the blond girl is waiting
We value the house that everyone needs -
Ukrainian Conciliar State.