За лісами, горами [Za lisamy, horamy] [English translation]

Hey, the brighty Sunny.

Hey, the night of dark.

The bright star rolled down,

It draws the stars on the sky

A beautiful girl has become sad,

The mom's song sounds

Chorus:

Behind the forests, the mountains! Behind the steppes, the seas!

The star and war won't leave us.

A Free Soul is flying, discover the new words.

And your Motherland will sparkle with colours.

The Moon got lost behind the clouds

It is looking for the Sun on the sky.

The lad was hunting for ghosts

Let him sing the father's song.

Chorus:

Behind the forests, the mountains! Behind the steppes, the seas!

The star and war won't leave us.

A Free Soul is flying, discover the new words.

And your Motherland will sparkle with colours.