Ugh, ataman, do not miss the mark
So that your hand would not hesitate accidentally
You, don’t charge your arms with blanks
And do not think of hangman’s noose
And then the night wouldn't come
And fields and forests would leave us
Heavens have stopped singing for us
And we will listen to the voices of the Earth
And then the day will come
Everybody will say they do not remember what happened
And we will walk under shepherd’s pipe
In a friendly herd for slaughter
God bore and ordered us - so bear
So, ataman, do not miss the mark
So that your hand would not hesitate accidentally
You, don’t charge your arms with blanks
And do not think of hangman’s noose