Текст песни Орест Лютий - Мій друже, Ковалю

A quarter of Dobou not bachimo sun, sun,
Slozitsya have skhronі zvolozheny Moore.
Not plachte soul, miy Druzhe Kovalam
Bo th Duzhe difficult Meni himself.

Already Cauterets Tyzhden chekaєmo nagodi,
Koli zapalaє Vkraїna in ognі.
Miy Druzhe Kovalam zatyagnemo pіsnyu,
Bo th Duzhe difficult to Meni.

Kudis nashі konі ran away
The I share suffered from Zoryane nich.
We dream in rozlutsі zgorovany dad,
Zsivіla squad come from snі.

And we bi odverto agіtki lukavі
Rozbiti about svyatіst tverdoї hands.
That іmenem our svoї chornі Spravi
Іznovu cover up moskovskі shelves.

Machuhu the I share th brehlivu neslavu
We podaruvali zvityazhnі prophets.
Identity Bud'mo nezlamnі, miy Druzhe Kovalam
In honor Vkraїnі on vіchnі vіki!

A quarter of Dobou not bachimo sun, sun,
Slozitsya have skhronі zvolozheny Moore.
Not plachte soul, miy Druzhe Kovalam
Bo th Duzhe difficult Meni himself.