Pershyi bodryi, vuiko dobryi
The first is cheerful, the uncle is kind
Baraban z zolota
A drum of gold
Tse yoho robota
this is his job
Druhyi spiva, yak karpatska zlyva
The second sings like a Carpathian downpour
Po zhytti nesetsia, mov rika burkhlyva
It flows through life like a raging river
Tretyi sylnyi, divchyni prykhylnyi
The third is strong, favorable to the girl
Rozpuskaie kosy, struny, nache trosy
Unties braids, strings, like cables
A toi krainii huliaie po notakh
And the extreme one walks on notes
Zavzhdy na nyzkykh chastotakh
Always at low frequencies
Vuiko dovbyt chitko
Uyko punches clearly
I zymoiu, i vlitku
Both in winter and summer
Bo toi hutsul znaie
Because that Hutsul knows
Yak dusha palaie
How the soul burns
A slova, yak strily
And words are like arrows
V kosmos poletily
They flew into space
Vidtialy bisu khvosta, pidsmazhyly i zily!
They cut off the devil's tail, fried it and ate it!
Hory, okean
Mountains, ocean
Khai nesetsia nash Arkan! Do arkanu, hou!
Let our Arkan fly! To the rope, go!