Песня о Щорсе [Pesnya o Shchorse] [English translation]

Came a detachment on the shore

Came from afar

Came under a red flag

The regimental commander.

his head is banded,

some blood on the sleeve

The bloody trail spreads

On the wet grass.

"The guys, who are you?

Who takes you into battle

Who is under the red flag

Who is hurt? "

"We are the children of farm workers,

We are for a New World

Щорс is under the flag -

the Commander Red.

In hunger and cold

He passed his life

But poured not without reason

His blood was.

At the border he pushed

A ferocious enemy,

our youth is hardened

honor is dear to us

the beach is quiet

The voices are silent

The sun sets

The dew falls.

Boldly, the riders leave at full gallop

we hear the sound of hooves,

The red flag Schors’s

flapping in the wind.