It is important for us to understand with you, Why is war and children dying? Why in our blessed land The occupier is in, what are your tales? Even if our people don’t give up, And our whole family fights, That's why Ukraine is crying, Like a lot of tears, pain, ruin. І for a rich generation In the hearts of the bombings of Irpin, Fired from missiles and tanks Gostomel, Bucha, Borodyanka. Lots of peaceful places and villages They took away the terrible lot. Killed children, fathers, mothers - These are ours and these are our wounds, There is trouble and pain in the heart, Like a foe who lacks bread. Booths and fields are burning, The Virvahs have a tormented land... We pray everything to God, Victory has come. Only with God can we heal our sorrows, Let's turn the Sea of Azov, Let us sing a song to the Savior On the lands of Donbass. Sing the song in unison Type of coins in Kherson. And we don’t burn already In the ports of Odessa and Zaporizhzhya. I without sirens there will be wounds in us, Our strength is not tanks, Not “bayraktari” and “javelini” - And in Bozy is the strength of Ukraine!
