Текст песни Павел Кравецкий - Моя родимая земля

You picks and shovels
From dawn till dusk digging ,
And all the hot fragments
You sowed war .
Do not you just muffled explosions,
Not just kicked up to the skies.
Of those fragments could grow
Long ago iron wood.

Your friends - my friends
You hid like a mother .
And so they fell to the ground ,
To never with it does not stand up.
And the endless road
We walked sadly dust.
And you looked after them sadly ,
My native land !

For everything in life you tasted ,
That could carry through the smoke .
Thee I lower the custom
Bow bow to the earth.
Again , reborn from the ashes ,
Your rise of the field ,
My destiny is not defeated ,
My native land !