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Black mourning band has blinded the lines,
In soviet history, chapter of mute,
Blood pages of horrible starveling times,
That God wrote fast when he was in bad mood…

The fog of the lie has covered the murder,
Millions of people… A blind genocide…
Artificial death has made her own order,
So pitiless… Went on Ukrainian side…

It has been a straggle for grain and survive…
A lot of a dawns but no ray of a hope,
It seemed that no force to continue life,
And fallen down dreams have became a red snow…

A murder is one of the ten fatal sins,
And punishment- hell, as a Holy Book says,
But then angel came on the huge blacken wings,
And carried more victims than during War days…

But sparks of their souls still burn in the tears,
We remember and grieve as a grandsons will do,
Oh, dear Ukraine in the earlier thirties,
All these lines and regards I devote to you…