So many years ago
This song was born in beauty flowers, blossom, shine.
So many years ago
That voice was flying under clouds in the sky
In the sky... (ves' kuplet – 2)

Pryspiv:
Oh... Ha... No fear! (4)

And I hear your voice
And I hear this song, which born in native land.
So I waiting for...
So I waiting for...
I waiting for...

Pryspiv