2021.05.22.
Fog
In the field there is fog, fog,A crescent hovered over the river.
I am running to you, fog,
But you are sliding away.
We went together, fog,
To guard the land of birches.
Someone died here from wounds
Someone died there from tears.
How often, brother-fog,
You offered shelter from the foe,
But today I was late,
And I'm not here any more.
Somewhere in the kindred distance
My loved ones will await me,
We went away together
But you will return alone.
In the field fog, fog
Spreads as in a wonderful dream.
I run to you, fog.
You as a river flow to me...