ZHORSTOCKA WIYNA

If I keep the war in order, Then my heart freezes with grief, More skins from them, Many heroic fighters, You may perish in the battlefield. I would give everything so that the war would end, And I didn’t pay a fraction of a won. Let the boys come back alive, And don’t even go to the Christmas parade! Smile, for joy, with your sons - the heirs of their state. While the bitter war continues, Let go of all troubles. May the skin grow, I bow to him, To heroes - fighters, Why harrow our house! Mikita Bondarenko, 14 rokiv Liman