JANNA RAY - Сутулая война
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War, stooped and grim,
Donning a cloak of black.
Oh, when will peace return?
Tell us, O Sky.
Cold winter, too,
Donning a cloak of white.
Yet here on the earth, once more,
Flows crimson water.
Again, days fly by like years;
Time tramples the very ground.
We gnaw at victory with our teeth,
And find almost no rest.
Fate strikes us down again,
Casting snares about our feet;
And only God truly knows
Who managed to survive—and how.
War, stooped and grim,
Donning a cloak of black.
Oh, when will peace return?
Tell us, O Sky.
Cold winter, too,
Donning a cloak of white.
Yet here on the earth, once more,
Flows crimson water.
A cold blizzard shrouds our thoughts;
Someone takes a drag on their final cigarette.
How many have fallen? There are no numbers for that.
Oh, if only this chapter—this dreary plot—would end!
Smoke swirls above the city;
And you—how quickly your hair turned gray.
Let us honor the memory of those no longer with us;
But you—I beg of you—come back alive.
War, stooped and grim,
Donning a cloak of black.
Oh, when will peace return?
Tell us, O Sky.
Cold winter, too,
Donning a cloak of white.
Yet here on the earth, once more,
Flows crimson water.
Crimson water...
Cold runs through our veins;
Memories trace our scars.
Our thoughts—like crows—
Circle above the graves.
Where is the end?
Where does the coldness cease?
When all around us
Is nothing but crimson water?
War, stooped and grim,
Donning a cloak of black.
Oh, when will peace return?
Tell us, O Sky.
Cold winter, too,
Donning a cloak of white.
Yet here on the earth, once more,
Flows crimson water.