Силы небесные [Sily nebesnye] [English translation]

Heavenly forces, on the earth, have a mercy // have mercy (remove "a")

Our poor land

May it is guilty, let it’s cursed by the world // May it be guilty, let it be cursed ...

But it is the only one (such country) // (see below **)

We were weeping with bitter tears

We are full with bloody fights

Heavenly Forces! Have a mercy on our land! // remove "a"

On our pitiful land

Still we must all sick souls mend

We have been full of that horrid bloodshed

Pity the spring apparel of the birches

And the first wildflowers

Pity the boys, the “green” soldiers

And the soldiers, who can say “Thou” to death

The never-been-kissed girls in the far village

The smashed faced (peasant) men // smashed-faced, hyphenated

The old ones, whish still pass their age (still are alive) // The old ones who while away their age?

The names, that we still keep in our memory

Pity wildflowers and snowdrops

And on old soldiers that have been swapped // And on old soldiers who ...

Country blokes ever drunk and unwise

All the names that we still memorize

And more, on my daughters and your sons

And on ever unmown lawn

Have a pity on those who do not love me // Have pity

And on those why fell in love with me // And on those who ...

On all, why do their job, and do not ask from you // On all who (no comma)

The sympathetic words, as I do

Have a mercy on all who write the verses (poems) // Have mercy ... verses

And on all, who believe in love

Pity lawns that have never been mowed

All those nameless and countless crowds

Pity poets, whose verses are rough

And all those who believe in love

• Artist:Chaif