I will bear witness that at the beginning of the sixties of the 20th century, a miraculous historical monument was unearthed near the town of Volodymyrets, Rivne region. Vin standing with a frowning frown Hear the sharpness of the saddened oak trees, And at a distance there are people near the zhurya, Those whose spirit has not yet become callous. Endured the hardships of the war, Having endured an important day. And now dubi green vittyam I want to steal the show from people. The temple is about to be dismantled today Stab in public like Christ. And the current payment is terrible They clasped their hands and shook. Raptom - vibukh. The Muri began to tremble, My heart ached, my eyes hurt. And a beautiful piece of architecture It will turn into dust in no time. Having seen the temple, I went up the hill, Before the blast, away from the anger... She fell helplessly. Just like grief Y kupa aimed. The doobies were crying. People were crying too. Vitirali The sleeve is heavenly blue with eyes. And the vandals heard: They didn’t live for days, but for nights. Axis and everything... A bitter and painful drama... Only blue smoke from fresh wounds... After a few years to the place of the temple “Build” a cheap restaurant. As we stand, we are always sick. The rocks are moving, there is no turning back. And the oak trees spread their branches up the mountain, I check the sky. Let's take care of our heart's temples Outside the enemy of the soul. Lord, stay with us. Save from evil, sin and lies.
