Today you donít hear the beatings of hearts. It belongs to the alleys and arbors. Iím falling, catching a bullet with my chest, Ultimately thinking at last: "This time I will not return, Iím leaving - another one will come. We didnít have a chance to look behind us, But the sons are leaving to fight." Somebody decided: "Thereíll be flood after us," I came out of a trench and into the precipice... And the reason that I left my trench - So there would be no more floods. Right now my eyes are going to close, I will embrace the ground tightly, We didnít have a chance to look behind us, But the sons are leaving to fight. Whoís going to replace me, whoíll go to attack, Whoíll come out to a sacred bridge? And I wanted: "Let it be that one, With a uniform not suitable for his height." I have enough time to smile, I see who is following my steps. We didnít have a chance to look behind us, But the sons are leaving to fight. The explosions deafened the beatings of hearts, But mine was not beating so loudly, I know that my end is not yet the end, The end - it is someoneís beginning. ...And soon my eyes are going to close, I will embrace the ground very tightly, We didnít have a chance to look behind us, But the sons are leaving to fight.
© Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991