To Ukraine:

Your freedom is illusion

My heart is under spell

You have to make a step

And choose: it's heaven or a hell?

Make sure not to loose your sight

You will stand up in an a fight

But, hold on tight

You will shine bright.

I wish there was another way

The sky was blue, not scary grey

The dreams more clear, so you could see

The truth, that tearing you apart,

That fortune we might be.