Текст песни Сергій Василюк - Руки геть від старого міста

I was born on the St. Andrew's Descent,
I first went to Limes in the spring.
I'm in every outhouse, in the roadway,
I whisper quietly in the side window
And the first ray on the crosses of Sofia

Hands off the Old City! (three times)
Hands off, hands off!

I will close my eyes and see the Tithe,
I'm moving Khreschatyk to war,
Every street and yard here is my family,
What will not be in a far foreign land.
Because this is my world, my hopes -

I was not taught to substitute a second cheek,
If for the truth - then stand by.
I do not count victory, step by step
I go forward with a formidable passion of the fighter
To protect your dream walls!