Letra de The First Snow

Oh from the mountains, from the firth the wind is blowing
Moskals* surround Sich Zaporizka
Surround moskals, settle camps
They were waiting their general for three days
They rushed to search food reserve
And all moscow sergeants to rob churches
They take the silver, take the gold, and even the wax candles

Oh arise, Petro*, oh arise, Father, people asks
We will stand on the frontier, like once
We will stand on the frontier, we will beg the Queen






To give us free steppe in the old borders.

Oh arise, Petro, oh arise, Father. What have we done?
What a good happy steppe we have spoiled

One cloud from the firth and the other from the field
Ukraine cried, it is her destiny
And cried Ukraine, it is her destiny