Привіт, Бог [Pryvit, Boh] [English translation]

I talk to my God like

He's the best pal of mine.

He's a cool guy!

The things he managed to do you can never repeat

Whenever, wherever, the angels -

Their existence is not by chance;

From the left side are the hissing devils,

From the right - the protective lullaby of theirs.1

In the moment, when the sense of need disappeared,

The sense of the need to live on -

He, like a mad fighting dog

Wanted to wipe me out to the dust!

He nailed me with nails to the ceiling of the sky,

He made me notice the true grief.

Now, every time I stand on the rock -

I tell him:

Refrain:

Hi, God!

Thank you for your being there, God!

Thank you for we're still together, God!

Thank you, for you decided like this,

And you sew me to her.

Give us, God,

The sky lightened by the stars -

And everything that comes from You;

The confused heart does gather,

Heals the wounds of soul.

From the early morning I'm looking into God's eyes,

To see how he gives birth to a miracle.

The transparent abyss, days and nights;

Snow, heat, wind, clouds and downpour.

Wherever I am, in which ever trouble I'm in -

He is always in seven steps ahead of me.

He took on himself our sins,

We are the leaves of the same tree.

You can never refuse his request,

One can easily recognize him blindly.

He dries the seas, he turns the mountains upside down,

He's got an ecumenical experience.

When he says to himself: "enough of walking", he dives into the water,

And what is hidden deep inside me

He knows better than I.

Refrain [x2]

1. of angels