The Goddess Zhyva

Demons seized the world entire

And branded Zhyva with disgrace,

They turned her into a little cuckoo,

Quenched the fire in every heart.

A glorious whoop now fills the sky:

“Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!”

It warns of evil drawing nigh:

“Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!”

To the fierce and raging fight

Mighty Kharakternyks stride,

Saving noble Zhyva,

Freeing her from Hell's centre.

A glorious whoop now fills the sky:

“Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!”

It warns of evil drawing nigh:

“Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!”

With fire and sword they strike their foes,

Turn into other forms.

Glorious Sun stands guard above,

Emerging from the darkened clouds.

Yet he leaves Zhyva as a bird,

To foretell the future evils.

A glorious whoop now fills the sky:

“Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!”

It warns of evil drawing nigh:

“Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!”