ЯрмаК ft. Tof - 22
English translation for this song:
She is 22 (Ukraine) . She's a beautiful , slender lady,
Has always been the best friend to her neighbors .
She is free and pure, but the soul is torn by doubts.
She is always silent , but soon will say her opinion.
To attack, rob, beat and rule her will not work,
In a righteous view she will not allow to be offended.
And whether you're a king , and whether you're a God , and whether you're a leader, like Lenin -
A Proud lady will not kneel to anybody.
Someone gave the father the right to hit without conscience in the face.
She's the flower from which you can't just like that shake off the pollen.
She was treated like a slut by people who's life is garbage,
She was stripped, robbed, her beads in their pockets.
Is it for real or is it just a dream .
Look, there, in the old barn is my queen lying,
All beaten , wounded, blood is running- battered body.
Brothers, it won't do. I am skeining my country with a white gauze.
Gathered those whose souls are not yet empty,
Who is for the truth, ready to give his body under crosses.
She was lying broken, looking like ruins .
People around whispering her name - Ukraine .
My country will not drop to her knees.
Cities will rise and believe me.
Nobody will take away our freedom,
While there is a soul of a Ukrainian in each of us.(x2)
While the soul is alive, I will carry in my hands.
I will smash everybody.
Simply, the word fear is alien to us.
I will not let my innocent beauty be offended,
Servants of Themis, you are not the law, but the rules for the species.
You are all just slaves of one dark authority,
You do not understand the word conscience, righteousness and morals,
You are selling for pennies your land and soul,
Beasts, you just want all your life to steal and destroy .
And I don't know whether there will be enough space in hell.
And I will go under a bullet side by side with my brothers.
Already my country is getting up, the willows began to bloom.
We will be warriors of truth, brother, while we are alive.
She will heal the wounds, rise and take her hair out of braids.
She will wear a dress made of flowers, walking barefoot
On the morning dew, gathering drops with her feet.
There is no war - here everybody is brothers and sisters, it's time to hide the swords.
My country will not drop to her knees.
Cities will rise and believe me.
Nobody will take away our freedom,
While there is a soul of a Ukrainian in each of us.(x2)
Translation by Yekaterina Souproun, Thank You!
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