MY TESTAMENT
When I die, let me be buried
In my beloved Ukraine,
My tomb upon a grave-mound high,
Amid the wide-spread plain,
That the fields, the steppe unbounded,
The Dniepers plunging shore
My eye could see, my ear could hear
The mighty river roar,
When from Ukraine the Dnieper bears
Into the deep blue sea
The blood of foes then will I leave
These hills and fertile fields
Ill leave them all behind and fly
To the abode of God
To sing His praise But till that day
I nothing know of God.
On bury me, then rise ye up
And break your heavy chains
And water with the tyrants blood
The freedom you have gained.
And in the great new family,
The family of the free,
With softly-spoken kindly word
Remember also me.
переклав Джон Вір