Ukraine In Pain
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
May medicine and shields be given to Ukraine en mass
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
May the foes melt as snow in the sun’s light on the Earth
May luck smile on the sunflowers laying on the grass
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
King Nebuchadnezzar is a poor lion of little worth
He bows down and sacrifices lambs to the blind god Saklas
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
They cry for help, but their voice has not escaped the darkness with mirth
Fire burns in the north and south, in the west and east, alas
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
If one gives food and drink to the children and seeds of worth
They shall surpass this mighty kingdom of Babylon without brass
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
I ran from the land of Babylonia of my birth
I left Babylonia to make a call on the grass
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
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