Засвіт встали козаченьки [Zasvit vstaly kozachenʹky] [English translation]

Into the world rose up the Kozaks

Marching out there at midnight,

Cried out her eyes did sweet dear Mary

Her bright hazel eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry sweet dear Mary,

Don't cry, don't you worry

And as for your, dear beloved

Do say a prayer to God!

Sits the moon above the mountain,

For there is no sun...

There a mother on the road sends

Her dear son off weeping.

Fare well dear one Oh my dear son,

And you do not tarry,

And do in a month of four weeks

You return home safely!

Oh don't cry, don't you all worry,

Don't fall into dispair:

Played out my raven horse

Do expect us to return!

Into the world rose up the Kozaks

March out there at midnight,

Cried out her eyes did little Mary

Her bright hazel eyes.

• Artist:Ukrainian Folk