Two kopecks are dearer than hryvnias,
A kind word than an evil purse,
Morning dew than tropical downpours,
When a glorious ending completes the work.

When widows don’t weep and the planet is sated,
Children with parents, no divorces,
A rocket flies to Mars, not into a house,
Quarrels are absent — war is forgotten.

The heart that is in the chest chooses the future,
A thought for the good, or an idea for evil.
Intentions and faith — a mighty beginning,
The mustard seed is not so worthless after all.