Volodymyr P. Buzenko (Italiiets)

Thank you, my friend, that we live peacefully and sleep peacefully

TO THE HERO-VOLODYMYR!!! Volodya's soul remembers us Flying, watching all the time And he asks his fate Why did he hurt his family Why do my mother's eyes are blue At the moment in sadness and grief Why does the mother's heart break Why does the son there are no survivors??? Why are there no tears in my sisters and brother? Why is the parental house sad? Why are all friends and relatives Waiting for news every day? Why has your hundredth been silent for a long time? Why is the two hundredth being taken to his native home? Why is everything like this , and not otherwise? And each of us will cry in our soul Maybe weep and cry There is no truth in our native land Because it has long been lies and evil The nation has been dragged into the abyss Lies and betrayal are all around Enemies everywhere you look All are for sale plagues Lust for money and power Who needs this war? It has no end and no end… Someone has it right now Someone is a burden and torment Someone sheds blood for his mother He defends her, protects her And someone cheated on her a long time ago And it's still lying in her eyes To whom and what to say about it? To whom should I ask this question? It will only come out of the mother's mouth When and who will return her son??? Because the son fell in an unequal battle Such sons are always HEROES Volodya is with us, in our land He is our HERO, HEROES do not die!!! Such a brave, heroic man He will live forever in our hearts! Let us pray to God for him And let us kneel down

We bow low before You, Hero, for laying down your life for us