Пангур Бан - Рябина
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How not to whine, not sob and hunch -
We are all fields on the winter demon,
Both will leave without waiting for the sign,
Our bread is diluted with streams of autumn rain ...
And rowan drops,
That they are covered with sudden snow -
The last food for us -
Full pain,
The last that keeps both
The last thing that is simple and true
Larvae tears off the eyes.

The rag lies on the shoulders of my Kosonky,
It’s hard to complain to them, repenting without a wake
Thoughts are already not aware that the words are empty,
Birds are clinging to your hands, as if you are a tree -
Under the oppression of heavenly anger,
And the berries are worse than the loss
Cloth in your fists ...
Yes, you are racks
But not worth a rusty coin
Your restless Velva,
That he calls the coming of his fear.

Lord, where is your treasures of the patho,
Where all salmon, nuts and apples,
Where are all the rudiments of the mind and patience,
Where to rise, or they are not sown at all -
And only dead clusters -
Rowanes open veins,
Oozing bitter blood,
Forces give -
And in eternal hungry frenzy
We are bitterly frayed by the insanity
What is replaced by love ...