Човен [Choven] [English translation]

Sailboat, my little sailboat

It rocks on the waves of my memory day and night

The sailboat is full of memories

From there you can see the land from side to side

There, left and right, gardens are blossoming

There, left and right, there are foreign footsteps

Exhausted by wars, but not broken by anyone,

May my land blossom !

Wasted by famine, but not conquered,

May your nightingale's song echo over the Dnipro

Sailboat, my little sailboat

It doesn't notice the waves and is sailing day and night

I know it will overcome the waves,

Evade the reefs and survive the storm

Because, left and right, gardens are blossoming

Even though, left and right, there are foreign footsteps

Exhausted by wars, but not broken by anyone,

May my land blossom !

Wasted by famine, but not conquered,

May your nightingale's song echo over the Dnipro

Exhausted by wars, but not broken by anyone,

May my land blossom !

Wasted by famine, but not conquered,

May your nightingale's song echo over the Dnipro (2x)