When friends go beyond the cordon In search of peace and prosperity, If I sense a new sign, About the front and the enemy, the shelling and the losses; When the black ovine may come I will paint on gray paper I praise the Lord quietly, Like a nightly dream about the quiet of the past; When the fear of war squeezes the soul And drops of joy at the sea, drowning in confusion, - Please, God, don’t let me get stuck, Take comfort in the fact that you will always be with me! 16 June 2024
