When I die, then bury me
Somewhere in a mound,
In the wide and dear steppe,
On Ukrainian ground.
To behold the endless fields,
Dnipro and its shores,
To be seen and to be heard—
How the river roars.
When it carries from Ukraine
To the sea so blue
Blood of enemies… then I,
Fields and mountains too,
Leave it all and fly away
Straight to God above,
To be praying… But till then —
I don’t know His love.
Bury me and then rise up,
Break your heavy chain,
With the wicked tyrants’ blood
Water freedom’s gain.
In that family, so great,
In the new and free,
Don’t forget to quietly say
Some kind words for me.
01.05.26
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