ВІРШ АННИ!

Ears are whistling restlessly,
Despair spreads here and there.
We weave flowers out of hair,
Silently hide the festive clothes.

The roar in the ears, strange and frightening.
How many eyes will stay awake at night …
No soul can forgive
Those who stole our spring.

Here, in the fields, along with the ears
Spirit and courage are constantly growing.
Naked and barefooted people go ahead,
Carrying their hope.

We will not forgive broken wings,
Children’s tears and mother’s pain.
We will tie dark red with white,
Let’s look up and wipe the salt from our eyes.

White and red will be left in the ears,
In the yellow steppes, fading into blue sky.
It’s a pity it wasn’t heard, it’s a pity it didn’t seem
That our steppe is burning under your feet.

We will not forgive, we will not forget,
And spread glory and rage everywhere around.
Like ears, indomitable people
Will withstand the wind and give the grain.

From the grain of hope – the will of the people,
Flags are raised in its honor.
Freedom grows in our steppes,
And storms will not break it!

In the sky sirens are shouting about parting,
Iron birds are frightenedly roaring.
We have shaken our hands while greeting,
Now our friends are nightmares.

It presses in the chest – not to have shelter,
My family is miles apart through the fields.
You took away my words,
But I will not keep silent.

You don’t miss any sound anyway –
So, you must have a knack for lies.
Friend, you shut your ears,
I shut them too, but I hear a whistle of shells.

I, my friend, gave you an evil eye,
Stole the dearest, broke your fortune.
Your doors are locked, eyes are shut.
You are scared to open, because it’s dark around.

Turn on the light, where did you end up ….
Came full – brought the trouble …
Your betrayal was transferred to the map,
Engraved now forever.

You also set the sky-high gates,
Built strong walls, stretched the wire …
If decided, you didn’t need the truth,
It’s a minute to make a will.

I shared the God with you.
Is that what he commanded?
Don’t kill, don’t take what you don’t own …
With a weapon on your shoulder, you gave up the faith.
No guest but you in the doors
Is not greeted with the roar of cannon …
Now I know, than a friend like that
There is no worse enemy in the world.