Текст песни Козацька пісня - До зброї козацтво

To weapons, Cossacks, to weapons -
Timpani over the field buzz.
Ordinaries are cursed with a thunderstorm
On the land of Vritsinskaya go.

Chorus:
One more moment is a lot of us
With my life will be forgiven.
For Ukraine, let's name and let it be holy. *
Faster in the death battle,
We fight - do not get used to it.
Bless the last time
Us, Ukrainian mother.

To arms, Cossacks, to weapons
We will throw off the sinner, the earthly.
Will rise to the mountain.
And the glory of us will not endure all.

Chorus.

To arms, Cossacks, to weapons
Defend your fatherland.
Once you need to - die as heroes,
Because we are Ukrainian sons.

Chorus.

To weapons, Cossacks, to weapons -
Timpani we breathe wildly.
Ordinaries are cursed with a thunderstorm
On the land of Vritsinskaya go.