Oleksandr I. Orlyk

War And winter is not winter and war is not war Gathered deaths like grain for the harvest Shook us with tears like May rain For war it is a whim And she wants more And brave daughters and the best of sons They are leaving to the East in the arms of war In the arms of winter there where the thunder of cannonads Each is an enemy to each other each is a brother to each And war is not war the words are over And the country is mute but still alive, alive At the threshold of summer, you went into autumn , And to come back in a moment, you promised everyone…. But you are not there, only the rains are wailing, The elusive drops wander among the grasses… You are gone like the wind, Only we did not know that that moment for a long time for a lifetime… A black crow croaks: "Why did they let you go". Heartbreaking, silent remorse…

Neither the ages nor the winds can erase Eternal and bright memory of those, Who sacrificed themselves, Peace preserved for their descendants…