Gold Ukraine


Gold Ukraine,
The edge of my corny!
For you a lot of blood
People spilled.

Let not the time you trampled
Horses, guns of the enemy:
Let your killing many
Brave sons -

I did not have enemies hateful
Laugh at you.
We forced them into the sea
Black swim!

And now my edge Privolny
All dressed with flowers,
Plowed in wide fields
Landmark tractors.

large harvests
The glory of free labor,
Gold Ukraine,
The edge of my corny! 1939