(a lament)
In Azovstal, Kalyna stands,
alongside his fallen comrades.
Yet unbowed, unbroken,
and faithful to his duty,
he remains until relieved.
For his is a heart
made out of the
purest Ukranium,
and upon this rock
the lifeblood of
Russia will crash,
and the white stork
will soar once more
across these fertile lands!
For all the heroes of Azovstal.