The hour is passing, the fates are advancing, Everyday is a day like no other. Get through it with a fine line There is a lot of pain in our heart. Unforgettable days and nights, When in the dark dark An eternity drenched in blood Our native land is Lugansk palav. The earth has driven away important harmats, When you set foot on the native land... But the people near the village did not flee! We fought the horde as best we could! They collected swarf, glued leaflets, They checked the decree before us. And they danced right away, like no one else, Let's overcome the hour when it comes. Overcame all the adversities at once, And people once again sensed the spirit of freedom. The people who are fighters always overcome, Because he is surely stealing the native land! It has always been like this, and it will always be like this, We are still fighting - we are strong and free people!
