There is a dolphin Slit by the blades of a screw! Whatís next to drop in Striking out of the blue? Guns watch the rear, But ammunition is gone. Speed is so dear Out of the turn! The sail is beyond repair! Despair! The plain despair. Sometimes you double Guards and miss enemyís track. Thatís not much trouble, Having an injured leg. Some of us hear Words in the jar by the door: "Why you are here?" "What do you look for?" The sail is beyond repair! Despair! The plain despair. Blessed be the calling Dreams where music is felt. Waves might come rolling, Where once continents dwelt. All of the countries Might lay in flames burst free Yet such a stance is Not for me! The sail is beyond repair! Despair! The plain despair.
© Oleg Eyrich. Translation, 2016