Текст песни І Кров по Долині - Багряна ріка

On a white canvas,
From what have embroidered shirt.
Wash the purple river,
Traces of blood from his son.
I was crying for his son ,
What got lost somewhere in the war.
Lying somewhere dead under the fence ,
And thousands of blood flowing on the river.
With white linen ,
From what have sewed shirt.
It buried the dead shooter ,
And have cried in tears - & quot; son ! & Quot;
& quot; Do not go away from me, son,
Do not leave your Vkrainu .
And thy glory and all shooters
Eyelids will remain in my heart ! & Quot;
And thousands of blood flows on the river !
Crimson River !