Текст песни Василь Чудик - Казала мати

She said to have a small son:
One of you I do not go there,
Simply perish Ukraine,
And panuvat will continue executioners.

Your great-great-great-grandfather Berestechko
Ever slept between the skulls.
Another hatyly that Sulu river
He fell for Kyiv and Lviv is for.

Bitter their feat, no heroes,
No fate, and there are no graves.
And somewhere in the rust weapons,
And the prophetic word sprinkled dust.

A son does not believe the son asks his mother:
Let the same mother, because I have to go.
Already bullet will strike again mowed friends,
Again burning our houses.

For grandfather and father were sons
I also had a hundred lives,
And went to fight and die,
With the blessing of mothers.

As advancing evil hour,
And beat the alarm bell church,
So get up again all Ukraine
Among the graves, among the ruins.

So let us also, brother of the new era,
With the Carpathian Mountains of Transnistria water
We called, we Bandera
Yes proves is that we the people.