Текст песни Тарас Житинський - Любо братці, любо

As the father flies, the enemy immediately reads
 That is to go to whom a young Cossack
Red on the left, white on the right
 And I will go to my Father for a civil war
Ljubo, brothers, any, any, brothers, live
With our ataman we do not have to worry
Because of the rolls the hole, the hole in the shores
Short strikes immediately
The father bent down, the horse in the quarry
Carry out the swag, - shrug your shoulder up
And the first ball, and the first ball
Crashed on me, and saved belts
And another bullet, and another bullet
Wound his horse still in the dark
Ljubo, brothers, any, any, brothers, live
With our ataman we do not have to worry
And the third ball, and the third ball
He hugged me - my horse will go away
As the patient fails, then do not scare
Just reach out, and start to smile at death

Do not be sad, Father, do not smear anything
Those who are guilty are already sleeping forever
And what did not fit, but did not make a difference
Will the potion our children hang on

Ljubo, brothers, any, any, brothers, live
With our ataman we do not have to worry

It is time for today, brothers, to brave
The horses are drowned, the guys want to sleep
Nothing bad, no enemy, Iroda
It's a pity only the will and a horsy horse

Ljubo, brothers, any, any, brothers, live
With our ataman we do not have to worry
Ljubo, brothers, any, any, brothers, live
With our ataman we do not have to worry