Where the Ukrainians win the country back,
town upon town is freed from the Russians,
where they find ruins and shocked people
and the Russians know these heroic people.
With drones that scout the scene
the Russian army is driven away at Maladova
and nothing can avoid this resistance,
while the Russians spoil their families with loot.
With intensive battles and howitzers firing
in the Southern and Eastern parts of the Ukraine,
at Kirkenblast a convoy of tanks is destroyed
while still in Mariupol soldiers resist the slaughter,
while the counter-offensive divide Russian units
and with artillery-barrages people are wiped out.
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