ASHLESS MOON

What such cowardice

An independent country

Be attacked by irony

If in broad daylight

Who with me would know

Find out what the rhyme would be

All fear breaks

In the places of civilians

There will be solidarity

In the rubble KIEV

The looks so small

Of broken hearts

The children who cry

Orphans of lost parents

A tears from outside

I see planes that launch

Your missiles from above

My guitars make cines

Of the sad dark nights

I wait for ashless moon