In My City

Dead mercenaries
Hungry crows
The Izvarino pocket
Corpses on hillsides
A mortar-shelling
Hundreds of civilians killed

The ruined city
Refugee quotas
Smell of decay
A white truck filled with corpses

Tormented people
Shops are closed but basements are open
Smell of blood like a cannibal's dream
Torn off heads
DRG group

Raw brains on a russian boot
Ukrainians love to die
At Donbass resorts

Here cold ground takes up infection
Time to feed crows, they demand meat
Bodies gathered near Lugansk
I'll take a bird so I don't forget
It ate your corpses, that means it's good

In my city there are too many crows
In my city there are too many funerals
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city mercenaries find rest

In my city there are too many crows
In my city there are too many funerals
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city mercenaries find rest

You think the war won't reach Kiev?
You can start to dig graves there for you
When they stop metro an turn out the lights
When hundreds of you die at the same time
When your neighbors are torn to pieces
You'll beg to feed you the Russian way
Wait for us we'll surely come for you
And hold a Russian parade on Maidan

Crows will fly behind our backs
Dead battalions will rot under feet
America won't help, Poland won't help
Ask yourself a question
What have you come to?

Killing children at school
Putting mines down
Torturing women
And taking away the last
Is that your Ukrainian glory

We're going different ways
All shall be as I said!

In my city there are too many crows
In my city there are too many funerals
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city mercenaries find rest

In my city there are too many crows
In my city there are too many funerals
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city mercenaries find rest

In my city there are too many crows
In my city there are too many funerals
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city mercenaries find rest