2022.03.06.
From a city shattered by missiles...
From a city shattered by missiles,I will shout to the whole world:
This year on Forgiveness Sunday
I don't seem to forgive everyone!
World-world, well you threw us!
But in the hell of this suffering-patience
Still stands the golden-domed Kyiv,
Bucha, and Hostomel, and Irpin.
We will overcome everything and endure!
Then we will remove the remains
Of all those who were sent here by
The narrow-eyed bald ghoul.
With you and I will stand and survive,
As I firmly cling to my native land.
I will never forgive Russia.
...Why are you averting your eyes, Belarus?