The land of the steppes, Kirovograd region is mine, You stand in the center of Ukraine So grand and simple Like a lamb of black crimson roses. Hello, my native land, where the spirit of the Cossacks does not fade, The glory of your defenders never dies. The years have made you famous, you glorify Ukraine! For you both my land will become a wall in any year. You have your entrance card: A tree of sunflowers in the field, your people are talented, Lives are noisy, like whirls in the sea. My Kirovograd region, we are writing to you! You are our pride and beauty, Let independence sit over you.