Край [Kray] [English translation]

There where are the mountains, and the valleys,

Where flow the swift creeks and rivers

Where are the distant bows of Fir,

Resounds a song in the open fields,

So strong, and free, like the deep sea,

About my beloved, native land.

And in the distant blue

Beyond the mountains, this song resounds!

About a wondrous land,

Enchaned land, the Cheremosha and the Pruit!

Land, my native land,

Land of song, perseverance, and toil.

You are - my beloved,

You are my native mother, my country!

Come on into the pre- Carpathians!

Come on in, you good people!

We'll be always grateful to you!

Hey!

With bread and salt they will meet you,

A fine song will be sung there,

In respect to our bright day.

And in the distant blue

Beyond the mountains, this song resounds!

About a wondrous land,

Enchaned land, the Cheremosha and the Pruit!

Land, my native land,

Land of song, perseverance, and toil.

You are - my beloved

You are my native mother, my country!