Ми починаємо [My Pochynayemo] [English translation]

We were sounds of the other's people bravado symphonies

We were circling with the flies, forgotten, confused bees.

It's time to remember the voice of the loud winds,

It's time to dress the sich (1) in the young fires.

We start, we start new times!

We will become a rock, there is no another destiny for us.

We were the rhymes of the other's people fake stories,

We were stiched with arrows, were torn and glued again

It's time to remember the voice of the loud winds,

It is time to raise our heads.