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Slava Ukrani
Slava Ukrani The day dawns in thunder, As always. The night creeps forward New fires over all the landscape Like fallen stars burning their last, As always. We comfort the wounded See to the dead Throughout the night, Then, come another dawn, We pick up our arms And go to face the invaders, As always. Slava Ukrani. There is nothing for you here, Young Russian soldier. Nothing but swift death, Then the long second death Of Infamy. Your grandfathers fought a brave war Against invaders who behaved Just as you do now. They were beaten back With gritted teeth And a sea of blood. Now they are an ugly memory. Do you think we will be any less resolute Fighting as we are, as once you did, For our freedom, our home, our lives, Our Dignity? There is nothing for you here, Young Russian soldier. Why cause your Mother to weep, Your Father to burn with quiet shame, All for a madman's useless whim? No. There is nothing for you here, Young Russian soldier. Nothing but to die, sooner or later In your filthy foxhole, Dreaming of something to eat And decent shoes. Your blind eyes will stare Into blue Ukrainian skies; Sunflowers growing through your bones In the Spring, While the wind sighs through the grasses, "Slava Ukrani! Slava Ukrani!".
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