Текст песни Юлия Берёзова - О, как безмолвны небеса

How pathetic and bloody you are
My unfortunate country!
You are not spared from shame!
You touched the bottom these days ..

Hours of ailment torment us
The shores are nowhere to be seen
And in grief the outer enemies,
Kinder than internal enemies.

Into the page of glory unprinted
Dirty swords pierced -
And before the crucified Motherland
The executioners share the clothes.

And a terrible vision lasts
The deadly scythe shines.
Oh, where is God? .. Where is Providence?! ..
Oh, how silent the heavens !!!