I peer intently in your eyes,
As blue and frightening as the fire’s core;
And from within a scarlet lightning flies —
The light of riots, revolts, and war.
Ukraine! You are truly a marvel;
And may the timeless ages flow,
My proud and gracious, handsome mother,
For me your wondrousness but grows.
For you I sow pearls on my spirit,
For your sake is all that I think and I do —
May Russias and Americas be silent
When I elect to speak with you.
My wicked foes will hide from sight,
And my friends will remain on the street;
For I have the sacrosanct filial right,
To visit with mother, secluded with me.
The days are so often too stumpy and short.
So, rarely do I think of you —
Not all of the fiends are of heavenly sort,
The world has a lot of them too.
See, I’m fighting on the hour;
Hear the battle?s endless noise?
Life without my friends would go sour,
Without their brows, their arms and their eyes.
Ukraine, you’re my prayer I dare say —
You’re my millenial care and strife.
And high above the world a battle’s fought today
In the cause of your rights and your life.
May the beet-colored clouds burn forever,
And may the insults fly or not —
I’m determined to sprinkle your sanctified banner
At least with a drop of my blood.
Перекладач: Andriy M. Freishyn-Chirovsky
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