Post #4891

Igor Panin The Liberators There, the Dnieper behind, spreads the dawn - bloody-pink, And the cannonade's heard, just and mettled. Not in vain we have started all this, and we think That the work should be settled. Standing solus again, fighting all - is not light; For so long we've been asked for the action. Our own lands are returning to Russia by right As the southern attraction. All the Dnieper along we will take both the banks, Only stopping wherever decided. Moon is lighting the eyes of the enemy gangs - Dead and frozen, misguided. And the poets will sing of the feats of that war, Of the epic and true fights and battles, How we tore steel and concrete in stubborn hardcore, Under cannonade rattles. Shedding our own blood on the fields, on the steppes, On the meadows with sweet wavy grasses, Every inch of this land under our hard steps Welcomes us, the "trespassers". https://t.me/igor_panin/44