28.03.2022
Hołd Me My Motherland
The fog over BrusselsIt's freezing in Washington
The south coast is not ours,
There's trouble in the East...
Someone pesuaded them into believing
That it's better to be without us.
But who'll be the first here and
Who can say: 'We're going the wrong way!'?
You in your twenty-five
Have got your fingers Burned too many times
new
But for some reason
When you started anew you it always was with the one who making your vows for you
And on the holy book
Kept lying looking at your eyes of color of the sky
Hold me my motherland by
What is not sold
What is sacred to me
And what is close to my family
My Motherland, just hold me back
From my weakness, greed and stupidity,
We paved ourselves our way with fires,
Whistles od cobblestone, lacerated wounds ...
We've chosen what we have for ourselves
Motherland, Nenka ... Not in vain, tell me!
The blood was washed off the pavement
Covering traces.
Gilding coats of arms
Turns to dust.
They are lying on the news again
Again they beat us in the stomach,
Having made from the Ukrainian dream
a souvenir for the crowd just like that
You in your twenty-five
Surprised many times.
At times winning
Against all bloody odds
You were becoming wiser
Telling the enemy from a friend
Feeling the steel vise of a thieving hand on yout throat
Hold me my motherland
By the spirit that roams within us
The things that we have already been through together.
Bitter memory, voice of conscience,
Hold me by the voice of blood!
Hold me tight, my dear motherland!
I don't want unrequited mercy.
I'm not asking for humiliating pity.
Don't let go of my heart - hold on!
Hold on, my homeland,
Just please...
I'm not afraid, I don't give up and I don't complain
I will shield you with a desperate heart,
Falling and rising loving you
Just hold on, my brave motherland ,
Believe not in words, but in what I do ...
Your generation will be free knowing you nothing but free!