Now the gloom is over your head, now I see the blue: Gostomel, Makariv, Vorzel, Okhtirka, Izum, Irpin… Prayer through the sound of lilacs, through the vibrations of eels: Oleshki, Chuguev, Malin, Shevchenkove, Brovary... In basements, subways, apartments, the pulse of the heart accelerates: Bakhmach, Volnovakha, Kharkiv, Varvarivka, Krolevets... The cholo floods with sweat, exposing the heat: Genichesk, Nova Kakhovka, Chaplinka, Energodar... Where children scream in fear, where the hour is bleeding: Skadovsk, Mariupol, Shchastya, Mykhailivka, Lisichansk... The shot-out peaceful people are an otherwise greedy dream: Dnipro, Mykolaiv, Kiev, Zhytomyr, Tokmak, Kherson... Burning ide for obriy, up to the sky - resinous stone: Poltava, Chernihiv, Sumi, Kalinovka, Konotop... Having tasted the bitterness to the point of blood from the bitterly bitter tastes: Berdyansk, Melitopol, Bucha, Semenivka, Vasylkiv... Saw, O God, the skin of the soul, the hope of autumn: Velykyi Burluk, Ivankiv, Rubizhne, Novi Mlyn... 24 There is no fear, We are on our own land. From the edge of the dead The ships are pulling together. Hands in Mirshavyy man. There hasn’t been an hour - Now or again! The tank is burning out, The flesh has turned black. There is no love, Their judge is the Lord. Hibi is mute In SAM optics: Above the sky - Klaptiki letaka. The light is going out, Sleeping near the darkness. There are no friends - Just a little stink. In the chest there is Vitocene sting. There is no pain, Just a little warm... I squeeze my hand: - Brother, I’m covered in blood! - There is no death, Live in God!
