One of the youngest Banderites. The song this baby is singing goes

⁣One of the youngest Banderites. The song this baby is singing goes:

Our father is Bandera, Ukraine is our mother,
We will go to to war for Ukraine
Oh, in the forest under the green oak,
A seriously wounded insurgent is lying there

Oh, he lies suffering severe torment,
Without the left leg, without the right arm
His mother came to him,
Weeps and sobs, feels sorry for him

Oh, my son, my son, enough fighting
You are left without the right arm, without the leg
Our mothers, do not cry for us,
Do not cry bitter tears for us.

We did not live in harmony with the Muscovites,
We entered the battle against Peter himself
The Muscovites fled, losing their bast shoes,
And our bullets chased them

Oh, the mother buried her son
She wrote words on his grave
The words were written on his grave:
Glory to Ukraine. Glory to all the heroes