9 May Poem by Liza Sud

There are many happy victories,
And there is only one,
That is too crucial and reminds
That nation may be sick.

And if you do not treat disease,
And move away from God -
Like viruses from all the sides
The enemies will come.

Our leader said in the fortieth:
'The last church will be blown' -
And what we all got after it,
Is more than all the sorrows.

All sins or demons to drive out,
In yourself overcome,
And only with the help of Christ
From illness to recover:

Sick with the evil and with lie -
The cause of all the griefs,
And to pay good for bad at last,
And to forgive like kids.

To teach us how to change for good
God will not send a war.
The devil is - the only foe,
One common friend is - God!

You cannot say the number when
Statistics counts deaths.
Let everyone come to parade
In his spiritual strength!

We will be thankful to all those
Who saved the living here
And made from Russia fascists go,
And Russian speech we hear!

To our nation which has won
By cost of her own kids,
Saved Europe from its own harm
And life is - free in it!