Can Someone Translate This Poem Rus -> Eng

can somebody please translate this poem?

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Grief

Native mountains, cry madly
I'd rather see you in black ashes.
Our national judges, falling loudly,
May you be buried under an avalanche.

May at least one of you find it painful,
And remember, while crying, of our grief.
May at least one of you sink in this grief,
And shed a teardrop in this burning suffering.

Our bodies have been chained with iron,
Rest isn't given to the dead in the earth.
Our region is soiled, and the mountains have been taken away.
They look for us all and beat us with twigs.

We scattered, deserting our fatherland, -
Such a furious beast disperses the cattle.
Chief of ours, where are you ? For a joyful life,
Gather us now with your words.

Our triumphant ennemy hunts us into the abyss,
Wanting the weak ones, we pass away ingloriously.
Our Motherland weeps and suffers...
Chief of our, come to us in haste - we're heading towards death