From that house Ukraina is seen,

And all the land of the Hetmans.

Beside the house an old gray father sits.

Beyond the river the sun goes down

As he sits, and looks, and sadly thinks.

“Alas, Alas!” the old man cries,

“Fools, that lost this land of God,

The Hetmans’ land.”

His brow with thought is clouded,

Something bitter he would have said