Навіщо. What For

To Elf, Mikhail Savulchik, a soldier of “Donbas” Battalion

You found the time to say: "I am through with my war",

Wounded in legs, dozens of fragments,

Anesthesized...

Then no connection again.

No, no, no, no connection.

And he is.

There's connection with what I've been doing all my life.

And what I have not.

Postponed for later, ignored, shunned,

Imagined that it'll turn out somehow, lest there be war.

And here it is: war...

I am here near your battle,

Half an hour's drive to there in a bee-line.

But this is a pre-war map,

And now you're out of reach.

Road blocks at every crossing,

This is why I travel.

Slovyansk, Semenivka, Nikolayivka:

Here, wounded houses moan at night

And killed houses are silent.

But children already play in their courtyards,

And not the war games.

And I won't say anything else,

For no, I am not television,

Believe me, not television,

Forever not television,

And I don't even have connection,

And he does.

22 August 2014