Your heaven cries,
The winds are buzzing like the pipes of war,
Torn clouds fly swarming
From edge to edge
Above my black earth,
Soaked up all the blood
Of martyrs and heroes.
Do You hear, God? -
Russian Glory speaks to You,
It rings like alarm bell.
Do You see, God? -
Your children smile to death,
As if they were awarded
The Order of Eternity.
Do they have a choice? -
Just let souls to go
Like white birds following the winds
To fly home.
Let them beat their wings
On hot stones of still not cooled down ruins.
Let them light the sacred fire
Of the Russian Rage to announce
The rise of the last Sun
Over the distraught world,
So our dead brothers
Again saw the Heaven’s light
and brought their glory to You,
The God.
Still there is land
On which is falling It’s tears
The Heaven.