Спи, идёт война

Time to be strong,
Yes force not spend.
Time to be free ,
Yes plenty endure.

From a fierce snowstorm
I hid your body
In white marquee from the embrace .
minutes flying
And while whistling ,
Nor spirit , nor sleep without touching curses.

Above us danced
Axes and swords,
And head fell in the muddy river.
And we hang out
Under the arch of leaf
And the stars threw us a glare on the eyelids.

Everything is clean, everything is smooth ,
My cloak , like a tent
And for the warm glass cloth overcoat .
And the seed of the shops ,
And tightly and smoothly
Wind braid motif lullaby :

Sleep, there is a war .
Sleep, there is a war .
Sleep until there is a war .

But I wake up,
I 'm going on a journey ,
I can not keep any moss or grass .
Awake - mountain
And maybe soon
I will become immortal - you become a widow .

weave crews
Road yarn -
Through the black hills, ripped through the floes ,
Over the ridge ,
For fraternal beaches
Where the warrior and the raven - Twin forever .

There, people and birds
Charter fuss
Spreading the mail and removing feathers ,
In starch jerkin ,
Like flies , mayflies ,
Everyone is waiting after a bath with the fate of reconciliation ...

Cry Jaroslavna , but not loud.
Sing Jaroslavna , prairies over the precipice .
You see , the sky blockade edge -
Bronze dome with a purple break.

Cry Jaroslavna , but not loud.
You see , the sky , where a month signet
Postal pigeon carries a death notice -
Bath sheet with a fatal typo .

For fear, and mind
All en masse , all at once -
Make it easier to write memorial lists .
anxiety behind
And the snow is gone,
Only mature sunflowers as obelisks .

Their grain - like letters ,
As needle as coals
But are drawn to the light interlinears death.
And the swollen kidney
Smokes in the kitchen
Ps love the triangular envelope.

Sleep, there is a war .
Sleep, there is a war .
Sleep, there is a war .
Sleep, while there is

Time to be strong,
Yes force not spend.
Time to be free ,
Yes plenty endure.

1995