Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
In his helicopter,
A notorious and merciless figure,
Born of a Ukrainian mother
And a Polish father,
Came to my sacred land.
He hovers beneath the grey sky,
Disturbing the stillness of the darkness,
Shattering the silence of the night
With the thunder of his deadly rockets.
A thief of life, of laughter, and of hope,
He stalks the dreams of the innocent.
He targets sleeping children in their tents,
Burns their fragile bodies,
Tears apart their beloved teddies,
And scatters their smiles to the wind.
He turns lullabies into cries,
And moonlit nights into scenes of sorrow.
The stars bear witness to the tragedy,
While the earth trembles beneath the flames.
Beautiful dreams are buried in ashes,
And promises of tomorrow fade with the smoke.
Yet from the ruins, memories remain,
And the voices of the innocent endure,
Calling for justice,
Calling for peace,
Calling for a dawn free from fear.
