It is clear and blue, sky today But now metal does clang, clang away, And thereís humming all over our land And they trees are in soot - they are sad. Just like crosses the smoke and ash stand, On the rooftops the cranes donít make nests. Amber-colored chaff, will it stand? No! We sowed it all, all in vain. With what amber light is field filled? This is wildfire that runs through the field. Everyone came apart out of pain. There are no singing birds - only ravens. And the trees are in dust - in this fall And those who could still sing - stopped it all. And love is not for us. Donít you know? What do we need the most? Hatred. So, Just like crosses the smoke and ash stand, On the rooftops the cranes donít make nests. Canopies now make sound in the forest, But through water and land run the moans. But there are no miracles - the trees Are screaming with double screams. They have gone to the east from the pain, There are no singing birds, there are no cranes. The air can hold many sounds, But now in it the metal resounds. There is sound of the hoofs - tiredly, If somebody would shout - quietly. They have gone to the east from the pain, And above the rooftops there are no cranes.
© Ilya Shambat. Translation, ?