Мы с фашистами здесь бились И с монголами рубились, Но нательного креста Не срывали никогда.
Наша вера, наша память, И не бросить не оставить Ты прости за все меня Новороссия моя!
Our great-grandfathers and grandfathers There were cut before the victory , And in the feather grass steppe Hundreds of thousands of them have laid down .
Here Cossack villages Peacefully slept at the border , But this grace We know how to fight.
Oh , Donetsk field , Yes Lugansk land ! Heart cute Russia , New Russia mine!
We fought against the fascists here And the Mongols were cut , But crucifix Do not ever disrupted .
Our faith , our memory , And do not give up do not leave Forgive me for all New Russia mine!