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06.03.2022

From a city shattered by missiles...

From a city shattered by missiles,
I will shout to the whole world:
This year on Forgiveness Sunday
I don't seem to forgive everyone!
 
World-world, well you threw us!
But in the hell of this suffering-patience
Still stands the golden-domed Kyiv,
Bucha, and Hostomel, and Irpin.
 
We will overcome everything and endure!
Then we will remove the remains
Of all those who were sent here by
The narrow-eyed bald ghoul.
 
With you and I will stand and survive,
As I firmly cling to my native land.
I will never forgive Russia.
...Why are you averting your eyes, Belarus?