Dark Bird of the Steppe

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, we alive

Scatter the fog Rise from the

dark burial mounds Old Ataman

Fly on, dark bird Over the

open steppe Our horses throw sparks

Like a heated helm

For freedom, for the wild For

the starlit edge

Let your saber 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 light higher

Fly on,

dark bird Over the open steppe

Our horses throw sparks Like a

heated helm

For freedom, for the wild For

the starlit edge

Let your saber strike Let the

black sky dress