The snipers of the Maidan They scope at flowers in your hair The snipers of the Maidan There are traitors everywhere The snipers of the Maidan They aim at flowers in your hair The snipers of the Maidan Bloody flowers everywhere The culprits of sedition The culprits of compassion Flowers painted on their helmets For the snipers of the Maidan The snipers of the Maidan They scope at flowers in your hair The snipers of the Maidan There are traitors everywhere Now filled with blood and hair Paper weight corpses everywhere Like pagan music to the stars A Trojan horse, Excalibur