I Was Treated by a Donetsk Doctor

Tens of thousands of people responded to the song about the tragedy of a new recruit who the authorities and commanders turned into a killer of civilians. In Ukraine the text is transmitted from hand to hand, and only to likeminded people – otherwise it is possible to fall under the pressure of the special services and nationalists, and the video posted on social networks with footage from the destroyed Donbass is rapidly gaining views.

The poem is written in first person. Its hero, a young Ukrainian army soldier, tells his mother how he was captured by the militia – one of them took him away from the battlefield, and how a Donetsk doctor saved his life, despite the fact that the hospital was shelled by “Grad”. The new recruit asks his mother to forgive him, calling himself an executioner and a monster. The soldier saw Donbass through the eyes of its residents – a father shaking in his hands a dead child, wounded people. And he realises that he had been deceived, forced into shooting innocent people, and sent to the slaughter.


Mum, I’m a prisoner, but you don’t cry.
I was darned, now like new.
I was treated by a Donetsk doctor,
Tired, dour, and harsh.

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

He treated me. Do you hear mother:
I hit the city from “Grad”,
And half the hospital was simply trashed
But he was treating me: “It is so necessary.”

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

Mum, I’m a monster, I’m sorry.
We got lost in the floods of lies.
All my life I have to bear this cross.
Now my eyes have opened.

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God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

We were taken to the places
Where the shells hit.
And we did not believe our eyes:
What have we done to Donbass!

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

The hospitals are full of the wounded.
Everyone curses Kiev here.
Father, whiter than the canvas,
Shakes the dead child

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

Mother, I am a monster and executioner.
And there is no terrorist here, mum.
There is only a human groan and cry,
And for them we are worse than the Nazis.

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

We, mum, were sent for slaughter,
The battalion commander had no pity for us.
The militia shouted at me: “Wait!
On the floor, milksop!”, and then foul language.

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

He did not want to shoot me.
He is a Man, and I am a killer.
He brought me out from the battle! Do you hear,
mother, me – the cruel blood drinker of Donbass!

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

Mum, I’m a prisoner, but you don’t cry.
I was darned, now like new.
I was treated by a Donetsk doctor,
Tired, dour, and harsh.

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me

He was fulfilling a medical duty,
While I, burning from shame,
Was able to think for the first time:
Who needs a war like this?

God, have mercy on me; God, forgive me


Song performed by Yuliya Slavyanskaya

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