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