Текст песни Гетьман - Горде слово

Ancestors wisdom in the inheritance of the roots,
Rays of glory of former victories
The strength and wisdom of your generation
Hold the flag proudly above
Don't get on your knees, die - don't give up!
Forward, only forward to your goal!
Don't let anyone plunder your face
Mother's mother, mother - land.

That took away so many glorious warriors,
Washed by rivers of tears and blood.
She died of suffering - she came to life again,
Charmed, gave strength to go.
It is time to pay the eternal debt,
Looking at the ancestors' eyes are bright.
Looking to the sun, touching the earth,
Take up arms strong

They will thunder with loud trumpets, So that the rocks will shake And the guns will light up, with a crimson glow in the sky of the cell.
 Our Glory is not dead yet! Ty won't die! And should not! Still sweeping over the world
 Thunder formidable and blizzard
A proud word that in the heart is called Native Ukraine!