Dark Bird of the Steppe 2

The wind yells over the steppe

Through the night,

through the shade

A wild blizzard calls Into the

Dnipro haze

Horse hooves pounding

Dry feather grass cracking

Who rides so hard Through the

blood-red dust attacking?

Play on, wheel liar,

scatter the fog

Rise from the dark burial mounds

Oh,

old Ataman

Fly on, dark bird,

over the open steppe Our horses

throw sparks like a heated helm

Hey, for freedom,

for the wild,

for the starlit edge Hey,

let your sabers strike,

let the black sky dress

Night won't scare us And the

enemy won't break us Our ancestors

walk on Through the silver hush

Blood is burning in our veins

Like steppe fire

Hold tight, Cossack Keep that hot

line high

Fly on, dark bird,

over the open steppe Our horses

throw sparks like a heated helm

Hey, for freedom,

for the wild,

for the starlit edge Hey,

let your sabers strike,

let the black sky dress

Hey up,

for the land

Hey up,

for the land

Hey up,

for the land