Sztorm 68 - Mięso armatnich salw

The heart of Donbass dictates rhythm
Jar of gears picks up style
From deeps of mines, from smelters fires blaze
The Slavic nation fights for freedom.

Junta of fascists digs a grave for them
Driving a knife into the motherland
With capitalism signed pact
Seven-branched tryzub sign.

The victims of the dirty business
The meat of the cannon salvos
Who plaits scheme's thread?
No-one would say.

The victims of the dirty business
The meat of the cannon salvos
Who plaits scheme's thread?
No-one would say.

The dogs of war are launched by Euromaidan powers
For a foreign money the will slain their brother
Wipe away your tears, children of Lugansk,
We will not forget the load of damages.

The country is still divided with hatred
The paradise, resurrected for the cannibals
While the freedom is howling from behind the bars,
The World of Bandera greets us all.

The victims of the dirty business
The meat of the cannon salvos
Who plaits scheme's thread?
No-one would say.

The victims of the dirty business
The meat of the cannon salvos
Who plaits scheme's thread?
No-one would say.