Nay, thou art not dead, U-krai-ne,
see, thy glory's born again,
And the skies, O bre-th-ren, u-
-pon us smile once more!
As in Springtime melts the snow, so
shall melt away the foe,
And we shall be mas---ters in
our_ own_ home!_____
Soul and body, yea, our all,
offer we at freedom's call
We, whose forebears, and ourselves,
proud_ Cossacks are!
Soul and body, yea, our all,
offer we at freedom's call
We, whose forebears, and ourselves,
orig: proud_ Cossacks are!
recordings: Modest Mentsinskyi (1910) & Mykhailo Zazuliak (1915) [Ukrainian History & Education Center]
notes: commentary on the new poetic English translation (1918) [The Editor]