The Ukrainians

Fine Young Men (Panove Molodtsi)

The winds will blow through, touching your strings

And Cossacks will ride by.

They will hear your voice, your voices

And they will be drawn to the gravemound.

(From the Duma 'Death of a Cossack Bandurist -16thC')

An old man is drinking Cognac in the hotel

He is warming himself at the bar

See him sitting alone

Drawing on his wooden pipe

Like a Cossack of old he is thinking about the past.

See him sitting on the gravemound

Playing away on his bandura.

Forgetting where he is,

Like thunder from a cloud he sings out loud:

“A toast to the bandura!

And to the Cossacks!

They’re fine young men, our Zaporizhan Cossacks!

Oh, Cossacks from Zaporizhe, you are such fine young men

But where are you now? What has become of you?

Farewell, Ukraine; goodbye, dear wife,

I must fall asleep under the open sky.”

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