As families gathered without care,
Bread was warm, the soup was sweet, In a land of peace, not yet forsaken.
Ukraine, your spirit still remains,
In winds that sweep the golden plains

The world may watch from far-off shores, but Ukraine guards her sacred doors.
Her anthem hums in every breeze, a song of freedom that won't cease.

A soldier writes with dirt and dust,
A letter sealed with hope and trust.
A mother kneels and softly prays,
For one more dawn, for safer days.