Текст песни Віктор Павлік - Україна

Like a black bird,
The ground is covered,
And strange fear on their faces
And brother is already aiming at brother.

And in unborn children,
In the hope that floated for years,
To our people,
Death by our hands.

Another family
From edge to edge,
Why are there their children
Is anyone scaring my children?

Awake from anger, and from sleep,
Take a look at your country,
Blind wounded children,
Crucified Mother Ukraine.