Wake up, Slavic spirit...

Crosses on graves above the domes,
Awaken, rise, the Slavic soul.
We're baptized, called slaves alone,
From guilt and shame, to not make us whole.


Praying to foreign gods, blind and fierce,
Forgot the laws of kin and land,

Never seen how their gifts pierce  Forget their deeds, their bloodied hand.
This land was gifts with blood and tears,
So we could live in joy and peace,
Don’t bow down in crippling fears,
To those who bind and never cease.


He told you, “I love you, child,”
Before those who led us to slaughter,
Thinking he’s pure and mild,
But hides a darker plot to conquer.


He fooled us all with empty lies,
Caught in a bitter, sweet disguise,
Soon we’ll wake from this false dream,
Shake off the chains, and find our theme.


The Creator will send new soul-reign,
Bringing love, pure and free,
A new messiah to ease our pain,
To heal our land and set us free.
                21.01.2026г.