Текст песни Назар Волощук - Пісня про Поліську Січ

A SONG ABOUT POLISH SICH UPA
(Sings like the folk song "Oh, that black cloud has come")

Oh, that black cloud has come
To the Cossack land ...
Oh, it's not a cloud - the enemy is invading
Went to our quiet paradise.

Come on, Chekists, predatory Nazis
Another unfortunate cellar
From bread and salt, native will
They went to free us.

The enemy robs, burns, muzzles
And leads to yasir ...
Who is for Ukraine, against the ruin
Will he lead us into battle?

"Oh, don't worry, dear mother -
We are not over yet "-
For the native will, calls for battle
Bulba-Borovets.

We will still disperse the black clouds,
Lightless Night -
All our strength, our hope
This is Polissya Sich!

Oh, the thunder of liberation thundered,
From night came day -
This is Taras Bulba, the father-ataman
January leads into battle.

Oh, the Reich commissars will not forget,
No political instructors,
As for the freedom of his people
There were Polishchuks.

Oh, eternal glory will not perish
About our UPA -
The enemy commune will move forever -
Red Moscow.

Oh, they will not forget our Sich
Germans and Muscovites -
We will still supply yellow and blue
In the Kremlin itself!

Words by Oleg Kandyba (Oleg Olzhich)