Mystectvo smerti

Bozestvennyi dar
B’yetsya v dolonyah,
B’yetsya zyve, –
Stysnuty vazko;
Daruye teplo i
Symfoniyu spokoyu,
Spyt dzerelom,
Prokydayetsya opikom...
Styskayesh zyttya
i pozbuvayeshsya tyho...
Vid aktu myti
Ty tvorysh mystectvo,
Chai krov peretvoryuye
Tvorinnya u zbroyu,
Ce zertvoprynoshennya
Tancyuye z toboyu.
Ale v dzerkali vse
Maye inshe oblychchya,
Kolorom krovi
Ne zahopysya,
Koly tvorytymesh
Novyi natyurmort –
Zertvi ty lahidno
Stuly i zav’yazy rot...

Mystectvo –
Mystectvo viiny,
idy z namy –
My tvoyi braty,
Ce orden,
Ce yednist ljudei,
Tancyuye
Mystectvo smertei!

This art,
This art of war,
Go with us,
We’re your brothers,
This power,
This unity of people,
This dances...
This dances art – to deaths!