SANNA — Чорна хмара

Hey, a black cloud is rolling in The rain starts to fall Hey, the glorious Cossacks gathered there To the tavern to revel Hey, the glorious Cossacks gathered there To the tavern to revel

They drank horilka, they drank nalivka And mead we’ll drink too And whoever among us, brothers, starts to laugh — Him we’ll beat And whoever among us, brothers, starts to laugh — Him we’ll beat

Here comes the rich man, damned scoundrel Mocking us Oh why, oh why is the glorious Cossackry drinking? We grabbed the rich man by the forelock, by the arm A third one hits him in the neck Don’t go, rich man, damned scoundrel, where the Cossacks drink

Hey, a black cloud is rolling in The rain starts to fall Bless us, pan otaman To drink, to revel Bless us, pan otaman To drink, to revel

Hey, a black cloud is rolling in The rain starts to fall Hey, the glorious Cossacks gathered there To the tavern to revel Hey, the glorious Cossacks gathered there To the tavern to revel