Перевод Т. Шевченко

Григорий Воронцов
1846
All corrupt philozophs!
With their stupid quirk.
Their tricks will be dispelled
Like dust on the desЕrt!
Love, child of glory, love!
Fight to impossible!
Glory, honor to you story,
Our two-headed eagle! ;
with your mighty claws
Pulled out of slavery,
Ukraine from bastards paws
Pulled out  the darkness
To the Slavic lights.
Glory to Serbian songs!
For unalloyed faith.
For the sacred struggle
Аre blessed by God's grace
And glory to the Poles,
Peace be upon you
When you banish fools
Altzgeymeric nightmarish,
The evil Lord will perish
Freedom will rise again!
Glory to you, Ukraine.