Навіщо. What For

To Lavr, Valeriy Larenov, a soldier of "Donbas" Battalion

Tonight, I am sitting on the window sill,

My eyes aching from flares of red-blood color.

The blood of battalions executed by firing squads are on you,

The TV tower, my Tower of Babel.

He who came out of hell holds a weapon in his hands,

He goes past sunflowers, there are millions around,

And it's quiet amid them but you don't know where to go farther

For there are red lakes next to Chervonopilske, and black Sun.

Sunflower heads are now drooping

Under the weight of thoughts in black strong shell.

For too long, fatally long they obeyed the Sun,

They turned only following him, they obeyed their destiny.

You are right, the enemies are everywhere, it turned out;

Those who are just inside break your chest into smithereens;

Those who are listening whether some will complain

Keep the radars on the horizon.

I am leading you out of this perilous place

Along the bright path left by the Moon on the water,

Along the clairvoyant's words,

The dotted line on the map,

The little star in the sky.

You won't be able to get lost again:

You shouldn't.

31 August 2014