

(aaaaah-eeeeh-ah) Through the Carpathian pines,
the cold wind blows (blows)
Our ancient land has met her ruthless foes
But beneath the soil,
the roots begin to rise To tear the shadow
from our golden skies
We stand our ground!
Break their steel, crush their line This sacred earth
is yours and mine!
(hey, hey) We rise victorious in the light!
Their armor burns, their standards turn to ash (to ash) Amidst the
storm, our iron sabers clash
The step is ours,
the mountains guard our gate
We sealed their doom,
we carved our glorious fate
(hey, hey, hey)
Ukraine stands tall... (aaaaah-eeeeh)