Martian landscapes

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.