this is a lament for my Ukraine
[...] LAND OF MY FOREFATHERS SPITED BY WARS
AND OF TRANSPASSED HEARTS BY BLEEDING FRONTIERS,
HOARSE THROATS EMANATING Ісусе, Ісусе, Сину Божий, Помилуй,
помилуй нас IN GALICIA FORESTS,
YOUR CHILDREN'S HEARTS BLEEDS TOO WHILE THE SUN DARKENS THE STEPPES.
Господи Помилуй.