They wanted to conviction you to the pits of oblivion,
And yet the requiem was sung for you.
in the Lviv Cathedral, which was taken from us,
When 3 blind men cut the world's maps...
Blood-stained plows were then torn off the fields,
among your bones sparked the flame of war
and your bodies were not laid in graves,
There was no peace on earth from this side
On these lowly ends, and with honey,
where we lived together for centuries like in a dream
- The evil spirit lurked long in a rosemary hidden
And a drop of blood as large as cherries...
They didn't make it in time to cry – burned, stabbed
Surprised by the dawn below the trees of the gardens,
in huts, on the doorstep, in churches, by the well
- the dead in torment, entrusting themselves to God...
Can't tell hell from the pogrom...
And only God cried out of heaven,
He took their souls to whom the wind sang,
and celebrated interrupted mass in the cathedral of space
They wanted to conviction you to the pits of oblivion,
And yet the requiem was sung for you.
in the Lviv Cathedral, which was taken from us,
When 3 blind men cut the world's maps...
Marek Baterovich, 2021
