I’m glad, cuz’ still I feel, indeed, confusion,
These week-days don’t seem to be usual.
Impression and the anger refrain me from an apathy,
Warm me when I lose my head,
Save me from insecurity
Everything was captured by emptiness of war.
Something has remained and hasn’t turned at last
Into handful of grey dust.
Something has repeated and went back to the start;
No-one wants to be beaten
And watch himself fall apart.
Sky now not the sky;
Sun like a blind:shines, but don’t warm inside,
I don’t even realize its light.
And all the sky’s tears lost in the night.
Threat in the house, the solitude in a garret,
Bark of the lonely dogs and the howl from outside,
Whistles of the rockets and smoke-screens round the battle-lines
At last the silence an awful terror...
Again the peals of the loud thunder.
Eclious of moun – no sign of wonder
Again the sunset in the remote side, nah
The time of the night’s forgotten –
All the time is the time of the battle
Bombardment and then – splinders of the glass
All as in your heart – go all to a bottom.
No joy in the beam light, when appears a piece of light:
They can’t bring these people out the deep and fight.
Only the rain can wash all away,
Rain gives me hope when I need support.
Last scratch on a paper – back in the shelter
And only the rain, only the water – these things’re immortal.
I don’t want to see what I watch as I woke,
Don’t want to believe the things
I don’t worth.
Words have hardened in the middle of my throat,
And my thoughts have stuck in my mind for long.
Children forgotten their games and the taste
Their times – the infinite war, their childhood was waste.
Children’s tears are dropping in the puddles of the rain
And the pain retrained dissolved in the air.
I’m going, I’m hurrying to be in time before a daybreak
I’m walking on a dome and staring at it down –
The Earth opened below my feet –
Now it’s demolish and there’s no sign of a peace.
I didn’t use to watch a view of the ruins
One thing I don’t understand and can’t ignoring
Why are children’s tears dropping on a surface?
That doesn’t bother – that stressed even harder.
I feel inside: in soul, in mind
They bleed and jump out
I smile when they hurt...
Sensation inside: in soul, in mind,
They bleed and cry for staying alive
I smile when they hurt –
Seems like there’s no dirt (inside)
Я не знаю, может мне ещё новый дневник завести?...просто так, хочется. Просто сегодня уже новый почтовый ящик завёлся, может и дневник...?
