what hand amongst the rubble
fixed you there
beneath vast spaces
of Novorussian skies?
left there leaning alone
blue stripe above as the sky
red stripe below as the blood
of the fallen
flying in the breeze
capturing hearts
with the silent joyful message
of victory and freedom
fixed you there
beneath vast spaces
of Novorussian skies?
left there leaning alone
blue stripe above as the sky
red stripe below as the blood
of the fallen
flying in the breeze
capturing hearts
with the silent joyful message
of victory and freedom
Prue Benson
Updated version by Vasco de Gama:
