The Motherland stands
All alone,
Another shell will land,
Shaking broken homes,
And if you enter here
On Moscow's order,
Dusting golden domes
With pale moth powder,
Then fill your pockets with seeds,
Fill your pockets with seeds!
And may the Ghosts of Kyiv
Sleep peacefully
In the fields of sunflowers you will leave.
In the cellars and streets,
Under chestnut trees,
They may dream of peace,
But they will fight to stay free,
And if you entered here
At the tyrant's will,
The only words I can think
Quote the Snake Island 13
And, "fill your pockets with seeds,
Fill your pockets with seeds!"
May the Ghosts of Kyiv
sleep peacefully
In the fields of sunflowers you will leave.
All alone,
Another shell will land,
Shaking broken homes,
And if you enter here
On Moscow's order,
Dusting golden domes
With pale moth powder,
Then fill your pockets with seeds,
Fill your pockets with seeds!
And may the Ghosts of Kyiv
Sleep peacefully
In the fields of sunflowers you will leave.
In the cellars and streets,
Under chestnut trees,
They may dream of peace,
But they will fight to stay free,
And if you entered here
At the tyrant's will,
The only words I can think
Quote the Snake Island 13
And, "fill your pockets with seeds,
Fill your pockets with seeds!"
May the Ghosts of Kyiv
sleep peacefully
In the fields of sunflowers you will leave.
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