About my beloved land, dear Ukraine,

About my beloved land, dear Ukraine, The Lord has given you a sad share. My hard-working, dear Batkivshchino, At the mountain God did not leave you. More than once the earth fell in the sight of terrible vibrations, Your peaceful beds were shed with blood, You were tormented by the enemy tanks, God's strong hands have been lost with you. The ear of stigle, like gold, is in the fields The army's warlocks trampled with their boots, And for my sons, who died in battle, Ukrainian mothers shed all their tears. Already the nightingale is sleeping in the flowing spring They replaced the merciless machine guns with a creaking sound, And the boys, who were running around in a cheerful yurba, You can’t turn around until you reach your father’s house. That Ukrainian mother who can’t sleep at night, At the window you can marvel at the stamped coinage, Oh God, it’s terrible to scream About the recent shootings on the Maidan. And those villages where life was in full swing, The tree-lined gardens were filled with all the sun, Now it has become deserted, dead, - Hatinki will bring in grads of poor animals. This is the lot of our people. We pay such a terrible price For prayer, gain freedom and freedom She asks: “Jesus, start the war!” Everything should lie down according to Your will! We sing for the mercy that You sent, We ask: “Give us a better share for Ukraine!” – I wish it would be better like this, as you said. Give strength to follow You, And help carry our important tractor. Either we live in peace or we live in war, That brand - give strength to reach salvation!