Текст песни Віктор Дяченко - Л. Костенко - І дощ, і сніг, і віхола, і вітер

And rain, and snow, and wind, and wind.
Golgotha high-voltage line.
On a white field of roaring letters
will fall like clouds, whole clouds of stanzas.

The new century is already in sight,
and the latest time creates beauty.
And the rhythms rush - like riders in a field.
And the rhyme to the poems is braided.

And at the epicenter of logic and stress,
where everything is mixed - native and foreign,
appreciates the mind exclamations of progress,
soul treasures ancient guardians.