Vorochta 5

Posted By yumado on February 4, 2010

Brothers lost,

Lands soaked in blood,

Sometimes I forget why I go on.

Riding through the steppes,

Galloping through the fields,

The wind caresses my face.

The thought of my family

Gives me the strength to complete

My journey home.

This is why I fight.

Our land, our people.

Our freedom.

Category: Literary Works, Yurij Dobriansky
Tags: battle, cossack, family, freedom, kozak, land, people, steppe, steppe father, steppes, the steppe father, ukraine, ukrainian, war