Diss. на We Shall Never be Brothers

Diss on "We Shall Never Be Brothers"

Stanza 1

“We will never be brothers,” you say?
With those who do not want to know their own mother —
Spitting into history against the wind, enough!
We will take even you, holy fools, into our brotherhood,
Sisters and brothers, as our own blood — you’ve been cringing for the Anglo-Saxons, by their command on the streets of Kiev — the mother of Russian cities — you threw at the unarmed Berkut your fiery cocktails. It never crossed your minds: no matter how many "fine" masters you go through over the ages,
Before the Lord, you are traitors!

Stanza 2

Stand up, finally, from your knees —
Hey, "nezlamni" — flat-out in meaningless kneeling,
Fidgeting before Europeans. You are cheap stealers.
You steal from each other, you steal on blood, and in this you really cannot be stopped. You trample upon all Orthodox virtues and bawling in your nightingale language, Parroting from English, that Russian is your enemy —
this is installed in your brain. From foggy Albion they send weapons — carving up a once-blossoming country like a harlot. In Chernovtsy they are already baking matzo instead of loaves. Yes or not?

Stanza 3

It is hard to convict Russians of an envious heart, it is not our trait.
Do not be faint-hearted, you differ from Russians so little to judge the Russian Spirit!
You will rot with your spines broken, swastikas on your chests, your forsaken crosses. You just don't want to be with Russians?
God be with you, the grave will fix it.
Do not later cry — remember, we have one Homeland — One mother we share, and one grave it may become. A fraternal one:
Ukraine.

Alisa Favorova, 2026