Heavenly hundred

               
                "Heavenly hundred"

Mus. M. Motkov                Sl. M. Motkov

              Breakdowns, bullets and grenades, temples, ears ringing,
           Horror, astonishment on the Square, people die and burn,
     In the heart of the capital of the native water cannons, tire fires,
                Ukrainian Pohybaly on their holy land

                Chorus
               Put candles and pray for all those who passed away,
          And are low in worship, all those who shed blood for you,
          Place the flowers and pray for all those who passed away,
                Life ever paid in bloody, terrible time of judgment


                Divide the terrible pain, sorrow pray for the people,
        Those who went to meet the bullets, the heart righteous ideas
 Those who accepted the failure of grenades, defended Square, people,
           Honor and glory to you heroes, you are worthy of awards!


                Even willow and birch bent in water
                As if aware that the worse we had no trouble,
                People crying Ukraine from Odessa to Karpaty,
    Kyiv, Kharkiv, Donetsk, Nizhyn always revenge and retribution


                Remember the horror place, and pray for the people,
          All of Europe, the world wants to achieve the goal of ideas
                They sing in China, flock of birds and cranes,
                Angels "Heavenly hundred" - who spared no life!


                Put candles and pray, lay flowers to the fallen,
  Glory to heroes! Ukrainian - their heroism Cherish your esteemed!