A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Donbas is with us

In the deep darkness, a beast awoke,
And to the God, the price was named,
Everyone bowed down, even brothers in Christ,
Everyone bowed down, but not my country.
 
The year was graceful and fruitful,
And with blood and death it was painted,
The lead filled clouds overtook the skies,
Everything bowed down, but not my country.
 
Half of the sky is aflame,
Half of the sky in smog,
Donbas is with us,
And so is God!
 
Half of the sky is aflame,
Half of the sky in smog,
Russia is with us,
And so is God!
 
Here the memory never gave up on our fathers,
We never gave up on our forefathers lands,
Not for any price will you find the words,
To give a life for fatherland is nothing.
 
And once again the Russian power is at hand,
Both life and death, for our country are red,
It stands and holds the heavenly clouds,
My undefeated county.
 
Half of the sky is aflame,
Half of the sky in smog,
Donbas is with us,
And so is God!
 
Half of the sky is aflame,
Half of the sky in smog,
Russia is with us,
And so is God!
 
May be it that you die on the cross,
But on our knees we shall not be thrown,
On the bloody battlefield, one is for all,
Holds and keeps the heavenly clouds Donbas.
 
Half of the sky is aflame,
Half of the sky in smog,
Donbas is with us,
And so is God!
 
Half of the sky is aflame,
Half of the sky in smog,
Russia is with us,
And so is God!
 

This clay bird

This clay bird
is actually me.
Angels have a habit
to start a song.
 
In the rhythm of rain and snow
to start a song,
and then with a running start
to throw me against the wall.
 
But colorful fragments -
rubbish, trash and fumes -
didn't get silent and are not silent
and will not get silent.
 
Angels have a habit
to sing and then stop.
But, fragile like frost,
the spirit is breathing in the cold clay,
whistling - and is not getting tired.