About the land with pereoranim chol... Vasil Simonenko Otherwise, my soul would be frozen in the soot. The heart is up to the hilt, How to see Martian landscapes I'm a savage, ruthless army. Let's go pecherna zhorstok navala. There is a thief behind the skinny pine tree. After depriving yourself of your senses Get out of the muzzled trees. How can one marvel at the world? God for a handful of burshtin In today's middle school We drive the soul into a trumpet. Martian Polish landscapes... The eyes of the craters are in tears. Our children will tell their children, How Polish beauty knew. For a thoughtless and barbaric sacrifice Cain puts a terrible seal. Already the villages near the craters are dead... Quietly the pine trees shed their resin. I let you know, dear to the edge, How will I come from the fogs? Oh my God, my wife will be kicked... I still can’t sing the requiem, The edge has not yet been extinguished.
