Віктор Олександрович. Чопко

That shot is in the heart of the whole family… Tears burning from resentment, Why, why did you die there, One step before releasing the order. Like a man and a true knight With my chest, you boldly stood up for Our native land, so that the fierce whirlwind wouldn't burn it. Forgive us, our dear hero, Forgive us for all the scoundrels, Who hypocritically disarmed us, As he let beggars into the world. Forgive us, dear. The soul cries From hurt and pain for the children. We will not forgive the crimes of those occupants: Mutilations and thousands of deaths. every judas will be cursed, What kind of bloody silver coins Ukrainians tear their breasts, And drink their blood like predators . Will the conscience ever speak Among our lowly countrymen, For a mindlessly sold vote, That flew into the ballot box. Let that pain be heard a hundred times In the hearts of innocent people. And let the fierce enemy laugh!.. Curse grief that will fall On their whole race, savage, vile, Greedy, drunk with greed. Our people will stand and dignified

The world has darkened in your eyes, Only the bright image of Ukraine The faces of children, wife And mother stares in your wake. May the earth be down to you, Under the sky of blue colors, Family, believe us, will not forget And the Motherland will remember !