And it's not the spring that has come,
And it's not that smile on the lips,
And the tears have run down the cheeks,
There is no strength, the war has come.
Mother, don't be sad,
Your son will return alive,
He will become a hero, you will hear,
When the war is over.
The blue sky of our country Will become clear again.
Peaceful Ukraine,
bright,
bright.
The blue sky
of our country Will become clear again.
Peaceful Ukraine,
bright,
bright.
And mother, with pride, breathing,
Soaking her soul in her fist,
Quietly, saying, cried,
Let it be so,
let it be so,
And the crimson will bloom,
And the smile will return to the lips,
And we will rebuild our country,
When the war is over.
The blue sky of
our country Will
become clear again.
Peaceful Ukraine,
bright,
bright.
The blue sky of our
country
Will become clear again.
Peaceful Ukraine,
bright,
bright.