A keresés eredménye

Before the day begins

From the world's four directions,
From the rowan roads,
Where the forest is burnt,
The wind is fatigued,
Night and front,
Where the unyielded crop,
where the blackened hawthorn,
The day begins
 
The sun will hug us to its hands
And look: the land heavy of blood,
Will once again bear us cereal field,
A golden dust
 
They'll embrace women under their roof
And look: they'll laugh through tears
Once again someone's going to play for us to dance
Maybe now
 
In a day, in two,
In a night, in three,
But not today
 
The breads will be baked in our ovens
And look: There where only smoke used to be,
With flower will the war's remnant be scarred over,
With the color of the roses
Our new children will be born
And look: they'll laugh that we
Once again recall this mean time,
The time of storms
 
In a day, in two,
In a night, in three,
But not today
In a night, in day
You'll see,
The dawn will come