Endure, endure - endurance grinds you,
your spirit will become strong - so endure, endure.
No one will save you from misfortune,
no one will deviate from his own trope.
Stand on it and build - until the end,
as long as the world and the sun - stand and stand.
Let the way - to heaven, hell or captivity -
go through everything and be able to bear it.
Pursue your path - the one that is called yours,
the one who chose you forever.
You devoted yourself to him from an early age
the Lord himself condemned you to it.

Do you know that you are a person?
Do you know about it or not?
Your smile is the only one
Your pain is the only one
Your eyes are one.

There will be no more of you.
Tomorrow on this earth
Other people will walk,
Other people will love -
Good, kind and evil.

Today everything is for you -
Lakes, groves, steppes.
And you have to hurry to live,
You have to hurry to love -
Look, don't fall asleep!

Because you are a person on earth,
And whether you want it or not -
Your smile is the only one
Your pain is the only one
Your eyes are one.

Spring has sprung, black earth
I woke up sleepy,
Bloomed her with a motley,
Covered with periwinkle;
And larks on the field,
Nightingale in the grove
Earth harvested in spring
In the morning they meet...

I have neither fate nor will,
There is only one hope left:
Hope to return to Ukraine once again,
Take another look at your native country,
Take another look at the blue Dnipro, -
I don't care if I live or die there;
Take another look at the steppe, graves,
The last time to say hot gossip...
I have neither fate nor will,
There is only one hope left.

Стояла я і слухала весну,
Весна мені багато говорила,
Співала пісню дзвінку, голосну
То знов таємно-тихо шепотіла.

Вона мені співала про любов,
Про молодощі, радощі, надії,
Вона мені переспівала знов
Те, що давно мені співали мрії.

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I stood and listened to the spring  

I stood and listened to the spring,
Spring told me a lot
She sang a bell song, loud
Then she whispered secretly and quietly again.

She sang to me about love
About youth, joys, hopes,
She sang to me again
What dreams sang to me a long time ago.

Oh, little well in the steppe,
Water flows from it. (2)
Hey, there's a bunch of gray oxen grazing there
But it is drinking from the well.

The oxen roar, they do not drink water.
Because in the Crimea they hear the old song. (2)
Oh, God knows, and God knows.
Where chumachenki spend the night.

Oh, the Chumachenkas are spending the night
In the pure steppe by the valley, (2)
The gray oxen were let loose
With green ant.

He died, he died a little
But on a Sunday morning, (2)
They buried that little boy
In a green banner.

Oh, a gray cuckoo flew in.
But everything is "coo-coo" and "coo-coo". (2)
- Oh, give it, chumach, and give it, dove,
But at least I have my right hand!

- Oh, I would love to, my dear.
Although both submit: (2)
Poured and raw earth.
What I can't lift.

When I die, bury me

Me on the grave

Among the wide steppe

Dear Ukraine,

So that the roes are wide-field,

And the Dnipro, and steep

It was visible, it was heard

How roaring roars.

As it will carry from Ukraine

In the blue sea

Blood of the enemy... go away

And meadows and mountains -

I will leave everything, and I will go away

To God himself

To pray... and besides

I don't know God.

Bury and rise

Break the shackles

And with impressive evil blood

Sprinkle the will.

And I'm in a big family,

Free, new in the family,

Don't forget to mention

In a nice quiet word.

And the truth is, the winged do not need soil.
There is no earth, then there will be heaven.
There is no field, then there will be will.
There is no steam, then there will be clouds.
This is probably the bird's truth...
And what about a person? What about a person?
Lives on the ground. It does not fly itself.
And it has wings. And it has wings!
They, those wings, are not made of feathers,
And from truth, virtue and trust.
For whom - out of loyalty in love.
Who has an eternal passion.
In whom - from sincerity to work.
Who has out of generosity for concern.
For whom - from a song, or from hope,
Either from poetry or from a dream.
Humans don't seem to fly...
And it has wings. And it has wings!

"Oh, romance is blooming on the mountain"

Oh, romance is blooming on the mountain,
A Cossack walks through the valley
But the grief asks,
Where is that destiny written?

Is it in the bars with the rich?
Is it in the steppes with Chumaks?
Whether it is in the field in the middle of nowhere
Winding at will? —

Not there, not there, friend, brother,
At a girl in someone else's house,
In a handkerchief and a scarf
Hidden in a new chest.

When I die, bury me

Me on the grave

Among the wide steppe

Dear Ukraine,

So that the roes are wide-field,

And the Dnipro, and steep

It was visible, it was heard

How roaring roars.

As it will carry from Ukraine

In the blue sea

Blood of the enemy... go away

And meadows and mountains -

I will leave everything, and I will go away

To God himself

To pray... and besides

I don't know God.

Bury and rise

Break the shackles

And with impressive evil blood

Sprinkle the will.

And I'm in a big family,

Free, new in the family,

Don't forget to mention

In a nice quiet word.When I die, bury me

Me on the grave

Among the wide steppe

Dear Ukraine,

So that the roes are wide-field,

And the Dnipro, and steep

It was visible, it was heard

How roaring roars.

As it will carry from Ukraine

In the blue sea

Blood of the enemy... go away

And meadows and mountains -

I will leave everything, and I will go away

To God himself

To pray... and besides

I don't know God.

Bury and rise

Break the shackles

And with impressive evil blood

Sprinkle the will.

And I'm in a big family,

Free, new in the family,

Don't forget to mention

In a nice quiet word.