Waiting I consider the whole cost of this scene
My ride is not complete, goals are but dreams
For all of our wounds, I suffer, and death
With the broken heart, I am in grave pain
For all the madness of war and dying flesh
With the broken mind, I'm called insane
As winds of sorrow grow I will endure
Because I've been shown love, so pure
Our folks' call echoes across generations
Our land, people joined, we are a nation
Never again will we be given over to war
Our flesh alive, yes we will be restored
As the Kievan Rus, to home we'll run
Knowing our land and people are one
Народжені воїнами та хліборобами, поля дають урожай
життя, а воїни заважають іншим красти плоди землі
