I don't often hear about that country,
but the wind has brought us their burning city.
An old joke: "Ukrainian bike –
buy it, you'll know hard work."
Invasion and threat to the world,
defense of Ukraine is bold.
It's already a week of pain,
they don't give birth to children in vain.
Carefree children playing –
how many buried, how many crying?
A country with a fever like my mind,
women with hair as black as their ground,
beautiful and brave -
who is readying their grave?
Ruined houses, blood paints everything red.
The men of that land are determined.
You better take the greyhound back
before your dog grabs your neck.
Whenever there is war
but it seems too far -
doesn't hurt from a distance,
but the threat to the world at glance.
They've been talked about for a week
everywhere, solidarity to seek.
While nukes are reaching peak,
sanity forgotten, blames do just speak.
You're hiding opinions in prison,
you bring your harvest season,
everyone jailed has friends -
they agree with him for your reign end.
Homeland reduction,
history returns explosions and fires,
Minority by nation,
cheap annex solution.
I condemn solidarity with my fear of the end of my dreams. -
Ukraine must be maintained for their right to self-determination.
Note:
"If you want to know what hard work is, buy a "Ukraine" bicycle.
This rhymed in Czech and perfectly fit the Soviet-made bike.
A clumsy machine with extremely robust construction—hard to get moving, even harder to stop."