Oh,
the black cloud has come to the Cossack land.
Oh,
it's not a cloud,
it's a raging wave,
it's going to our hell and heaven.
Come,
Chechists,
Nazis,
and the unfortunate Lyak.
From the bread,
salt and native will,
they went to liberate us.
The thunder rumbles,
the flame burns,
and the ash leads.
Someone will lead us to the Ukraine against the Russians.
Someone will lead us to the Ukraine against the Russians.
Oh, don't be afraid,
dear mother, it's not the end yet.
For the native will,
the storm will be called for the will.
For the native will,
the storm will be called for the will.
Hey,
the thunder rumbles,
the flame burns,
and the day has become night.
This is the rebellion,
father,
the Ottoman will lead us to the Sich.
This is the rebellion,
father,
the Ottoman will lead us to the Sich.
Oh,
the Reichskommissar and the political prisoners will not forget
how they went to the Lishti for the freedom of their people.
How they went to the Lishti for the freedom of their people.
Oh,
let the eternal glory of the Prussian stripe not perish.
The enemy's commune will forever fall,
the Red Moscow.
The enemy's commune will forever fall,
the Red Moscow.
The enemy's commune will forever fall,
the Red Moscow.