Singer: Yarmak

Amidst the gloom and hunger, people dying for the sake of black gold.

You Wake up at twelve, crying how bad everything is
Specialist, and the salary is just the crumbs.
Bad power, law and life is full of betrayals,
Success does not come to the victims of the circumstances.

Happiness is not in money. Tell me, what does that mean?
Why when they are not, people are still more crying?

There's not a war - it's all my brother, it is time to hide the sword...

And I don't know enough of the place if at all in hell.
And I will go under the bullet with his brothers in a row.

My country will not fall to his knees.
The city will become a mountain, and trust me.
Won't stop us no freedom to get drunk
While each of us lives the soul of Ukrainians.

Brothers, is not the case. His country harassed gauze white.
Gathered around those whose soul is not yet empty,
He who for the truth, willing body put on the cross.
She was lying all broken, like ruins.
The people around whispered her name - Ukraine.

I never could think of
And could not imagine
That is my feeling, I can
So substitute.

If you said love, then answer,
If you said one, so do not betray
If said give, heart, without sorrow
Just hold and don't break in half.

But what is it? Like the floor is not weak.
But lately, men like women!