Текст песни Ігор Богдан - Рідне слово

I have friends in their native language, I wish happiness,
Let the good, each loaf is.
In all sincerely hospitable house call,
And they, I am sure, understand everything!
And they, I am sure, will understand the word
Where Momma please his father's warm,
Where vkrayinske field smelling vinca,
Where vkrayinska song rozpravlya wing!

Chorus:
Native to my words - in her ozvutsya ever,
Native word through the clouds and my siya.
Embroidered short day prostelyu towels,
And those towels Ukraine mine!
And those towels Ukraine mine!

I bear the word eternal heat rose,
Thyme herbs and even cherry.
When the heart says, there is no man,
That his heart may not understand.
Maternal word Help yourself Friends,
As land is rich, and quick as a bird.
A parent must zasivatys word,
For it is not sluggishly on living lips.

Chorus. (2)