Our Mother

Василий Рубин
Black blood and dry skin
The freedom is collapsing
Then deadly reeking at our feet
Good bye our mirthless mother

And we did everything we could
For you to live and flourish
We planted bullets in school yards
Printed on our tanks was glory

We dedicated our songs
To your breast and your forceful limbs
But rarely to your soul
We could not know could not resist