The land where native language flows generously, Where the mountains and fields sleep, This is all - my miracle land, The earth is covered with viburnum. The nightingale's jingle-voiced twitter, The cherry blossoms are in bloom in the spring, The noise of the forest and the ear of gold - Everyone knows me closely here. Prispiv: Son of Ukraine He smiles at happiness. Sky of Ukraine The dawns are flying. Song of Ukraine Gene for a non-edge Line, magnifies the native land. Here is my great-father’s roots, Here my childhood is green, Mother's blessing here Viryadzha mene in the wide world. A little girl from her father’s family I draw strength from the snow, I sense freedom for youth And I long for the song.
