Текст песни Василь Жданкин - Наливаймо, браття

Let us pour, brethren, crystal bowls,
That swords did not take, that bullets passed
Our little heads! (2)

So that Ukraine does not moan forever
That our glory, the Cossack glory,
The age is not gone. (2)

For the Cossack glory is shed with blood,
Cut with swords, chopped with swords,
She is also washed with tears. (2)

Let us pour out, brethren, while there is still strength,
Until the hike, until the sunrise
The trumpet did not sound. (2)