Letra de Wind Of The Night Forests - Drudkh

Haydamaks had sown
wheat in Ukraine,
but it was not them, who reaped it.
What should we do?
There is no truth, it has not grown;
Falsehood rules �
haydamaks had dispersed
in all directions:
somebody to the home, somebody to the forest
with a bosomed knife
to kill jews. Till now
there is a such glory.
At that time the ancient Sich
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was been destroyed:
Somebody had gone to Kuban, somebody to Danube.
Only river thresholds
remained among steppe.
They cry and howl:
"Our children had been buried
and we are torn."
They are howling and will howl �
People passed them;
And Ukraine forever,
forever had fallen asleep