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