Hey, yo Cossack chieftain, don't miss your mark
Make sure no trembling gets to your hand
And ensure there's no dummies, no blanks
Make sure there's no thought of gallows in your head
Otherwise we will endure black night
Our fields and our forests will vanish
We shall hear our skies sing no longer
As we'll hear sounds of underground's banish
Sometime afterwards a day will come again
Everyone will say "what happenned - forgotten"
Our chained herd will hear piper's play
And will follow the orders to be slaughtered
Lord took Passions and so we shall endure...
Hey, yo Cossack chieftain, don't miss your mark
Make sure no trembling gets to your hand
And ensure there's no dummies, no blanks
Make sure there's no thought of gallows in your head