In the steppes of green Budzhaka,
where Prut, cherished river,
Bypasses Russian possessions,
When poor Usti brook
The village in unacknowledged worth.
Bulgarians families here
The reckless wildness live,
Keeping parental mores,
difficulty eating,
And do not care about,
As ratoborstvuyut powers
And threatening the rights of their destiny.
