All this will be over soon
And we will sing a happy tune
Flowers and birds sing in the fields
Corpses in the earth to war did yield

And happy lovers are holding hands
To their future making plans
Their fathers killed the corpses underneath
All that's left are bones and teeth

Birds are singing in Ukraine
The monster of Moscow Death has slained
Farmers plough the fields
Corpses in the earth to war yield

Farmers plough the fields
And the corpses in the earth to war yield
Birds sing in Ukraine