[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]
Look at me decrepit old man,
Bent by hundred years weight,
Beaten many times by whims of
>From the dawn until the sunset
Worked like dog for daily bread -
Crust and water were all that I had!
And I am
hey-hough child of this land.
And I will hey-hough live here all my life.
And I am hey-hough child of this land.
And I will
hey-hough live here till I die!
Greedy priests and cruel landlords
Tried to make me knuckle down,
Tried to bend me to the
But I still stand though bent by years
Like I've been standing all my life -
Proud child I am still alive!
tried to make me knuckle down,
They tried to bend me to the ground,
They beat and chased me all my life,
But I'm still standing