Тризуб золотий

The Golden Trident

Under Lviv's castle, there's an old oak tree

Under Lviv's castle, there's an old oak tree

And under that oak tree lays Sich's rifleman

He's laying down, not breathing, almost like asleep

He's laying down, not breathing, almost like asleep

Golden curls are moving by the blow of wind

There's a tall grave and the birch tree cross

There's a tall grave and the birch tree cross

And that cross is wearing Golden Trident