Dozens of civilians are dying
to the sounds of loud sirens,
houses are engulfed in flames,
photos of the nearby rusty antennas.
The earth groans, freed from the masses,
once carrying the streams to the sea,
dozens of old grimaces drowned,
The Kahovka disaster is a new national grief.
You fall asleep alive,
the alarm cries by a siren,
God save me from the rocket tonight
let my leg not fall in the gangrenous.
The creaking bench will receive hospitably,
she is besieged by old chestnuts,
you sit silently, meditating innocently,
about the eternal duel between good and all-powerful evil.
Some of us die at the front,
and someone, hiding is stealing a millions.
Someone will help a little how can.
For some, money is like those promotional coupons.
The main speaker tells fables,
the owner of the villa carries lies,
a young man with the habits of an old man.
He is a pet of the system that everyone wants.
Here is a tall boar walking along the beach,
everyone knows him as the former owner of state property,
he fled cowardly to Austrian affairs,
a boar goes there and tastes ice cream for free.
There are many such figures
in power from the bottom to the top,
and many executioners among them,
a queue is formed to steal money.
What kind of state will be tomorrow?
If there are enough thieves in it.
I take my hat off to the righteous today.