Навіщо. What For

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The Sun is setting with blood today

Perhaps, such red cloudless sky is everywhere now:

In this country, and where antipodes are, in Australia

Where great specialists on AIDS have not made it on a plane,

Acquired immunodeficiency syndrome;

The remnants of their bodies collected by aborigines of Torez,

Black and red, coal and blood,

You can embroid a shirt,

You can print Yarosh's visiting card.

The customer I am calling is unavailable.

For several hours, he's unavailable,

He's in the anti-terrorist operation zone,

His company chanced on a sniper,

Two killed, six wounded,

One of the dead remained there,

Where first there is grass, then soil,

Then coal,

And where it is deeper there are antipodes

They had not managed to survive under bullets.

Then the enemies will mine the body

So that the dead one kills his brothers-in-arms.

And my customer cannot sleep for so long

With an empty sleeping bag next to him,

And he'll come back at dawn

Remembering the de-mining experience.

And everything's gonna be alright,

Everything's gonna be alright.

Because we all have the forgotten immunity for death.

18 July 2014