"Ring on, Donbass the Promised...", by Dmitry Tribushny (my translation from Russian)

Ring on, Donbass the Promised, To the highest heights. Prophets talked of manna - But, snow arrived. Hold fast, innocent city, Where every frame Was tested by "Grads' " rocket-spitting, Christened by flame. The Gates have angels for an hour Wide open pushed. Blaze on, Donetsk eternal - My Burning Bush. (November, 2014)