Irina Zarutska († 23) - Ein Lied, das sie nie gehört hat (Tribut)

Wed, 24 Sep 2025 14:45:00 +0000

⁣Dieses Lied ist nicht nur Musik.
Es ist ein Schrei nach Gerechtigkeit.

Irina (Iryna) Zarutska floh vor dem Krieg in der Ukraine, arbeitete Tag und Nacht und träumte von einer sicheren Zukunft.
Doch die Gesellschaft ließ sie im Stich. Ein Mann mit 14 Vorstrafen wurde von einem inkompetenten Richter freigelassen. Ein kaputtes System trieb ihn zurück auf die Straße.
Und in einem schmutzigen U-Bahn-Waggon bezahlte sie mit ihrem Leben.

Ihr Vater durfte nicht einmal an ihrer Beerdigung teilnehmen.
Ich kenne diesen Schmerz – mir wurde einmal ein Visum verweigert, als mein eigener Vater im Sterben lag. Bürokratie und Politik verwandelten menschliche Trauer in Papierkram.

Es geht nicht nur um Irina.
Es geht um uns alle.
Um eine Gesellschaft, gelähmt von Angst, beherrscht von Inkompetenz und gespalten von Macht. Unschuldige bezahlen immer wieder mit ihrem Leben.

Das darf nie wieder passieren.

🕯 Gerechtigkeit für Irina/Iryna⁣/Ирина. Gerechtigkeit für alle. 🕯

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She fled the fire, she fled the war
Dreamed of safety on another shore
Worked her hands until they bled
Just to buy a little bread

The city lights were cold and blind
No comfort there, no peace to find
She carried hope inside her chest
But hope can break when put to test

In a dirty subway car she fell
Not beneath the bombs, but freedom’s shell
The knife was sharp, the crowd was still
And silence echoed louder than the kill

"I got this white girl" - that’s what he said
Fourteen arrests, but still not dead
A system’s cracks, a judge’s hand
Buried her dreams in a promised land

Her eyes still burned with work and fight
Through endless days and sleepless nights
She never asked for pity’s grace
Only wanted her rightful place

But justice sleeps where money talks
And freedom dies in courthouse walls
The paper signed, the monster freed
No one to stop his hate, his greed

In a dirty subway car she fell
Not beneath the bombs, but freedom’s shell
The knife was sharp, the crowd was still
And silence echoed louder than the kill

"I got this white girl" - that’s what he said
Fourteen arrests, but still not dead
A system’s cracks, a judge’s hand
Buried her dreams in a promised land

If leaders played their games less slow
Would she still breathe, would she still grow
No U4U, no promised aid
Her body’s price is what they’ve paid

And in the glass of subway doors
Her shadow lingers, nothing more
Not war, not bombs, not foreign lands
But fear within our own two hands

The city hides, the people bow
Afraid to speak, afraid somehow
It’s not just her who paid the price
It’s what we lose when fear survives

The law betrayed, the gavel’s lie
Compassion gone, just passing by
And innocence is crushed again
By politics and faceless men

In a dirty subway car she fell
Not beneath the bombs, but freedom’s shell
The knife was sharp, the crowd was still
And silence echoed louder than the kill

"I got this white girl" - that’s what he said
Fourteen arrests, but still not dead
A system’s cracks, a judge’s hand
Buried her dreams in a promised land

Her voice is gone, but we still hear
The echo burning through the fear
A warning carved in blood and stone
No one is safe when truth is gone

In a dirty subway car she died
Not in the war she left behind
The knife was sharp, the crowd was still
The silence haunts, it always will

"I got this white girl" - cruel words remain
A broken city wears the shame
No angels came, no justice ran
Her blood now stains the promised land