There was a pro-war atmosphere - this is how R.Fico described the meeting of European leaders on Ukraine.
According to Prime Minister Fico, not a single word about peace was said during the meeting, which he stressed he deeply regrets. Before leaving Paris, he said that the meeting, organized by French President Emmanuel Macron, was confidential and therefore he would not comment on the words of individual participants.
- I can confirm that there are countries that are ready to send their own troops to Ukraine, and there are countries that say "never." Slovakia is one of them," Fico said in the published recording.
(....) Robert Fico's words last week, when he said Putin is being "falsely demonized," and that the European Union's only plan is to support the mutual killing of Slavs, and that the West's strategy for using the conflict to destroy the Russian Federation is not working.
( seems that also Greece , Tschech R., and maybe to some extend Germany are not willing to escalate war .)
After reading the above, all day in my head sounds great polish poem/song: (maybe any native speaker will take challenge to translate it into en-US , de, ru , ua , es , I wish I could read these translations (better than machine ones. Below www.deepl.com/translator#pl/en/ I modified it in 6 places)
WOJNA
Ojczyzna bez żołnierza, to jak bez miecza kat
Więc biorą kwiat młodzieży od wielu, wielu lat
A gdy spod ciężkich tanków robocza tryska krew
W salonach giełd i banków wesoły słychać śpiew:
Niech żyje wojna!
Muzyczka marsza rżnie
Wojna!
Pieniążki sypią się
Wroga bij w imię Boga
Za cudzą kieszeń oddaj młode życie swe!
Dyrektor w gabinecie kolację smaczną pcha
Wesoły jest bo przecie waleczną armię ma
A gdy robociarz marnie w okopach będzie gnił
On grubą forsę zgarnie i brzuch mu będzie tył.
Niech żyje wojna...
Na Placu Piłsudskiego trebacze w trąby dmą
To wódz Państwa Polskiego przegląda armię swą
A gdy ktoś kwiatki głupie na grobie złoży twym
To ty nieznany trupie zaśpiewaj razem z nim:
Niech żyje wojna...
Po śmierci ci wykopią wygodny wspólny grób
Wesoło jest tam chłopie, co krok to inny trup
A gdy cię uczuć fala w miłosny popchnie szał
To z siostrą ze szpitala zabitą będziesz spał
Niech żyje wojna, muzyczka marsza rżnie
Wojna, pieniążki sypią się
Wroga bij w imię Boga
Za cudzą kieszeń oddaj młode życie swe ....
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WAR
Homeland without a soldier, is like a swordless executioner
So they take the flower of youth for many, many years
And when from under the heavy work tanks gushes blood
In the salons of stock exchanges and banks a merry chant is heard:
Long live war!
March music joyfully jumps !
War!
Money is pouring in !
Beat the enemy in the name of God
For someone else's pocket give your young life!
---
The director pushes a tasty dinner in his office
He is cheerful because he has a brave army
And when the laborer will rot miserably in the trenches
He'll get his fat money and his belly will swell.
Long live the war...
On Pilsudski Square the trumpeters are blowing
It's the leader of the Polish State reviewing his army
And when someone puts foolish flowers on your grave
Then you unknown corpse sing along with him:
Long live war...
After death they will dig you a comfortable common grave
It's merry there bro, every step is another corpse
And when your feelings wave into a love frenzy
Then with dead hospital sister you will sleep .
Long live the war!
March music joyfully jumps !
War !
Money is pouring in !
Beat the enemy in the name of God
For someone else's pocket give your young life ...
According to Prime Minister Fico, not a single word about peace was said during the meeting, which he stressed he deeply regrets. Before leaving Paris, he said that the meeting, organized by French President Emmanuel Macron, was confidential and therefore he would not comment on the words of individual participants.
- I can confirm that there are countries that are ready to send their own troops to Ukraine, and there are countries that say "never." Slovakia is one of them," Fico said in the published recording.
(....) Robert Fico's words last week, when he said Putin is being "falsely demonized," and that the European Union's only plan is to support the mutual killing of Slavs, and that the West's strategy for using the conflict to destroy the Russian Federation is not working.
( seems that also Greece , Tschech R., and maybe to some extend Germany are not willing to escalate war .)
After reading the above, all day in my head sounds great polish poem/song: (maybe any native speaker will take challenge to translate it into en-US , de, ru , ua , es , I wish I could read these translations (better than machine ones. Below www.deepl.com/translator#pl/en/ I modified it in 6 places)
WOJNA
Ojczyzna bez żołnierza, to jak bez miecza kat
Więc biorą kwiat młodzieży od wielu, wielu lat
A gdy spod ciężkich tanków robocza tryska krew
W salonach giełd i banków wesoły słychać śpiew:
Niech żyje wojna!
Muzyczka marsza rżnie
Wojna!
Pieniążki sypią się
Wroga bij w imię Boga
Za cudzą kieszeń oddaj młode życie swe!
Dyrektor w gabinecie kolację smaczną pcha
Wesoły jest bo przecie waleczną armię ma
A gdy robociarz marnie w okopach będzie gnił
On grubą forsę zgarnie i brzuch mu będzie tył.
Niech żyje wojna...
Na Placu Piłsudskiego trebacze w trąby dmą
To wódz Państwa Polskiego przegląda armię swą
A gdy ktoś kwiatki głupie na grobie złoży twym
To ty nieznany trupie zaśpiewaj razem z nim:
Niech żyje wojna...
Po śmierci ci wykopią wygodny wspólny grób
Wesoło jest tam chłopie, co krok to inny trup
A gdy cię uczuć fala w miłosny popchnie szał
To z siostrą ze szpitala zabitą będziesz spał
Niech żyje wojna, muzyczka marsza rżnie
Wojna, pieniążki sypią się
Wroga bij w imię Boga
Za cudzą kieszeń oddaj młode życie swe ....
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WAR
Homeland without a soldier, is like a swordless executioner
So they take the flower of youth for many, many years
And when from under the heavy work tanks gushes blood
In the salons of stock exchanges and banks a merry chant is heard:
Long live war!
March music joyfully jumps !
War!
Money is pouring in !
Beat the enemy in the name of God
For someone else's pocket give your young life!
---
The director pushes a tasty dinner in his office
He is cheerful because he has a brave army
And when the laborer will rot miserably in the trenches
He'll get his fat money and his belly will swell.
Long live the war...
On Pilsudski Square the trumpeters are blowing
It's the leader of the Polish State reviewing his army
And when someone puts foolish flowers on your grave
Then you unknown corpse sing along with him:
Long live war...
After death they will dig you a comfortable common grave
It's merry there bro, every step is another corpse
And when your feelings wave into a love frenzy
Then with dead hospital sister you will sleep .
Long live the war!
March music joyfully jumps !
War !
Money is pouring in !
Beat the enemy in the name of God
For someone else's pocket give your young life ...
