Текст песни полинове поле - Щедрий вечір

Vdarit dzvіn
People on Flashes
Having run the I on the ground
Impenetrable daze
Forty dnіv
Passed vzhe
Ale pam'yat alive
Mi not Zabul.

Vіter s gіr
Znov prinіs trivogu
The I poklikat us vsіh
In the street
OAO All Pіdut
The I will come back a little,
That Sunday znov
Our glory.

There, lіsah,
Vovcha pіsnya Line
Vby svіy fear -
Will not Zaghini,
Odyagni their
Crown of thorns
The I іdi svoїm Shlyakhov
Until Skåne.

There, lіsah
Vovcha pіsnya
Bіy chekaє
And all Lots Other - pіslya
Predkіv glory
We resurrected
Pong seem to us:
Time - POWER!

Chornі ochі
Zatumanenі Bol,
All the I Zhittya
Yak spomin unclear,
Tee bachiv death
Bachiv zradu,
Way popered,
Kroky behind.

Dali ti іdesh of I,
Dolayuchi all
You pomsta
On Creel Nese
Tvoї ochі
Palayut Vaughn
At once
Mi pull through.