Мабуть найкрутіша версія гімну, яку

Мабуть найкрутіша версія гімну, яку я колись чув!

Ще не вмерла України, ні слава, ні воля.
Москаль стане на коліна - така його доля.
Згинуть наші вороженьки, як роса на сонці.
Самі собі петлю в'яжуть у своїй сторонці.
Душу й тіло ми положим за нашу свободу.
Щоб не бачить в Україні москальського роду.
Станим бряття в бій кривавий, від Сяну до Дону.
Будем гнати рід поганий у Сибір, додому.
А завзяття, праця щирі свого ще докаже.
Хто піде на Україну на ній і поляже.
Бог поможе, об Карпати, розбитись чужинцю.
Буде чобіт ще лизати москаль Українцю! Наш гимн

Результаты (английский) 1:

Probably the coolest version of the anthem, which I once heard!Ukraine has not yet perished, nor glory, nor will.Moskal becomes a lap-so his fate.Zginut′ our vorožen′ki like dew in the Sun.Yourself loop knit in their own.Soul and body we položim for our freedom.Not to see in Ukraine moskal′s′kogo.Stanim brâttâ in the battle of bloody, from San to Don.Will drive Rod bad in Siberia, home.And zeal, his sincere work more dokaže.Who will go to Ukraine on it and would lie.God will help, the Carpathians, divide čužincû.Will the boots still lick Moskal Police! Our gimn

Результаты (английский) 2:

Perhaps the coolest version of the anthem I have ever heard! Ukraine have died, nor glory, nor freedom. Moskal will be on his knees - this is his fate. Bend our vorozhenky like dew in the sun. They are all knit loop of our own. Soul and body we lay down for our freedom. Not to see in Ukraine moskalskoho kind. Become bryattya a bloody battle from Sian to the Don. Let us pursue family poor in Siberia, home. Our persistence and work sincere their still prove. Who will go to Ukraine on And they shall fall therein. God shall help, at Carpathians, break strangers. It will even lick the boots Muscovite Ukrainian! Our hymn

Результаты (английский) 3:

Perhaps найкрутіша version of the national anthem, which I once heard!

is still alive Ukraine 's glory nor will.
Moskal will stay on his knees - such is his fate.
will vanish our вороженьки, like dew in the sun.
themselves loop knit in.
Both body and soul we put on our freedom.
To sees no москальського kind.
Станим бряття fight bloody, from the Syan River to the Don.
We drive E. Reid poor in Siberia, home.
and zeal, sincere work of another докаже.
Who will go to Ukraine on it and поляже.
God will help me, of the Carpathians, розбитись чужинцю.
Will boots still lick Moskal Emotive! Our гимн