Навіщо. What For

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Under cobbles, green grass hid itself during winter…

They took out the pavement, and saw this miracle there.

Though suppressed, nevertheless it was living:

It was bright, green and fresh, undisturbed and tender.

So it happens, in the February chill people have spring.

They look into it, they dive deep into it until they reach summer

Where a horn made of wood on a mountain trail is a hummer

And you only have to rouse the country from sleep.

But before this arrives, barrels foster infernal fire of wood,

And the guards of Maidan are instructed to look in the eyes

As the friends’ eyes reflect this winter grass mood

While cobbles around are covered with red spots of blood.

8 February 2014