Навіщо. What For

To Sashko Kapinos and Olenka Kotlyar

He is from the Heavenly Hundred, he was buried and lamented after

And she's left behind having never become his wife...

Passers-by do not see how behind her self-knitted scarf

Her naked heart is beating like a birdie.

The bullet had hit him right where it was meant to hit, no mercy, and with a hint:

Dreams are helpless against iron and gunpowder.

An ace sniper always chooses romantic ones as his targets

When selecting offerings to his merciless Moloch.

Four young boys, and the littlest, the Dad's little daughter:

This same shot killed all their children at once;

And the mountain hut with cherry orchard is smashed.

His helmet was in a protective color but could not protect him.

She's still looking for the witnesses of this frightening story:

The one who stood next to him when he fell died himself the next night.

Were there photos or films, you could at least find trajectories

And find out who the sniper was, and look this inhuman man in the eye.

This girl will never forgive what she'd lost.

She will live for the two of them, for the seven of them, she will love, she will fight...

He's from the Heavenly Hundred, he was buried and lamented after,

And she's left behind to look piercingly into the sky.

5 March 2014