O beautiful for clear sky,
For mountains with clean streams,
For wide plains fertile, not dry
And large, strong rivers-dreams.
O dear Land by time in peace
You’re made for good and wealth,
But God cursed You for these
And settled Ukraine in Yous.
O Nation damned!
In freedom and in peace,
Having great riches,
You cannot find success.
You poison Land and kill your Sons
By Hunger not by War!
They live in poverty like bums –
One hope, no future, nothing more.
Don’t blame fate or anyone else.
You’re guilty and you stay.
As your great son Taras said :
“Each one has his own way”.
O beautiful for clear sky,
For mountains with clean streams,
For wide plains fertile, not dry,
Ukraine! You stand on your knees!
2001/jan
O beautiful for clear sky
© Copyright: Стас Рябов, 2011
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