We are being deprived of everything in the old walls... At my father’s house there is a child’s cart, Fatherland's communion and the first threshold, I give mercy, and I show hatred. The stench comes to life, the forgotten and quiet, In the square there is a window and a square bridge, If we decide to come to this house I enter into the new world of ditini. Perhaps we were loved only for a short time These walls are low and the warmth is incomparable. I don’t wash anymore; I’m tired After all, we will be destroyed in the dawning scythe. This is our home, where the walls are not lowered And it doesn’t shed, the windows don’t fray I decided not to walk in the clear shadow... The Lord has given us the royal house forever.
