All the bells are tolling
In the Galician Capital, and
the weary Thalerhofians are stirring
All across their native land

A procession of mourners
Bearing church banners,
In their bereavement
Are seeking a place to erect a monument

Towards an open area they are bound
And ask for a patch of ground,
And at Thalerhof, following a burial ceremony,
A memorial is dedicated in honor of their memory.

Oh, black jackdaw take to the air,
To the vicinity of Dnieper,
And return with Bohdan’s never
Forgotten words of valor.

Let all people know
About our great sorrow,
Let the news about the rivers of blood
Be heard heard in the regions of the Black Sea.

Let us get together and be eloquent
In our denunciation of cruelty to our Russian [Rusyn] brothers
At the hands of the cruel Austro-Magyars
In the Thalerhof concentration encampment.

Come and attend the mournful adoration
Of the people tortured inhumanely,
And perpetuate their memory
From generation to generation.

As long as we have breath
We shall remind the Russian [Rusyn] generations
To fight to the death,
And uproot the seeds of dissentions.

For our Rus to rise again
And heal her pain,
She must forever wrench herself free
From under the heel of oppressive tyranny

Descendants of the Thalerhof martyrs
For a funeral repast gather here,
And the graves of your renowned forefathers
bedaw with tears sincere.

Children of Thalerhof, come and revere
The memory of your forefather buried here!
Come, decorate their graves and pray
On this annual Thalerhof Memorial Day!