"First of all, I want to thank you for your words and support. I see a lot of activity on my and other UA dark scene musicians' Bandcamp pages, on radio programs, playlists & digests, etc. I see your proposals to make a compilation to collect donations. I am open to participating in any of them. All funds that I’m receiving from sales of my music are sent to volunteer organizations and humanitarian aids."

"That’s pretty hard to compose something from scratch right now. I have some demos for my future release and with my friend poet and hip-hop artist Stepan Burban aka Палiндром we decided to use one of them to create a 'cry from the heart' of every Ukrainian citizen during a nightmare that we currently living in. In between volunteering and air raid sirens, Stepan wrote and performed lyrics for this track that we called 'Sleep'.

The original lyrics are in Ukrainian.

СПИ (Sleep) by Ship Her Son

English translation:

Go away to your home while it still exists
The dove of peace eats your leftovers
You are not fit even to be a fertilizer here
Hell is closer, you’ll be taken there

Take your children's bodies while you still have money
They will end soon
Dare to look at least once in our eyes
A second before death

Your horde is just after the bursa, military courses
Took place online, the internet was down
Russian meat leftovers up to Kursk
Flying to the plates with shchi, delicious, right?

Go home while you still have legs
While you still have something to raise the white flag
Return to your poor land
Or go to bed

Sleep, sleep, sleep
Fall asleep on oak forests and steeps
Eternally on the land of my ancestors
And my heroes of today

We are all together now as never before
Go away to your home
Your Russian rusty shackles
Are falling apart

All your plans are falling apart
Your fucking orcs are falling apart
Tourniquets in their first aid kits are falling apart

Glory to my heroes

released March 8, 2022
Music by Anton Shiferson
Lyrics by Stepan Burban
Performed by Ship Her Son & Паліндром