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Bol'no Mne

Chto vizhu ja skvoz′ pelenu
Zatmivshuju nashi glaznicy?
I chuvstvo nemoe, chto v smute glubinnoj taitsja
Ja vizhu bezmolvnoj prirody gorjawie dushi
Stradavshih ot ljuda ruki il' usopshih v udush′e
Skvoz' bol', vdyhaja otravlennyj vozduh ot gari
Bez slez, stonaja bezmolvno, oni umirali
Skvoz′ omuty grez, chto vizhu ja vsjudu?
Krik stradan′ja berez ot bezdushnogo ljuda

Bol'no mne...

Bol′no, da ot zhala hladnogo nozha
Tiho umirala, dlanjami drozha
Rany, na zem' krov′ ronjaja po vesne
Gor'ko, da-li sil′no, sil'no bol'no mne!

Sladko moi korni spali vo zemle
Dlani pelenal-da tuman na zare
Greet, obzhigaja dushu, bol′ moja
Tiho i bezmolvno umiraju ja

Holod

Holod
Drev mertvye stany
Ih dlan′ obzhigaet menja skvoz' pronzajuwij svet
Chrez stoletija rany my vzvoem ot boli
Tol′ko holod i bol'
Vdyhaja otravlennyj vozduh ot gari
Bez slez, stonaja, bezmolvno oni umirali
Skvoz′ omuty grez, chto vizhu ja vsjudu
Plach bezmolvnyh berez nevedomyj ljudu

I bol'...

Pain Is Mine

What do I see through the veil
That has shrouded the windows of our souls?
And the mute feeling that in sorrowful depths is concealed
I see the ardent souls of wordless nature
Those who suffered from the hand of man or who perished in the throes
Through the pain, breathing the air poisoned with smoke
Without tears, silently moaning, they died
Through the pools of dreams, what do I see everywhere?
The cry of suffering birches from heartless man

Pain is mine...

Pain, but from the sting of the cold knife
I died quietly, hands trembling
Wounds, in the spring shedding blood on the earth
Bitter or not, so intensely, pain is mine!

Sweetly my roots slept in the earth
Hands like a shroud, and fog at dawn
Greet, burning my soul, my pain
Silently, without a word, I die

Cold

Cold
Ancient trees stand dead
Their hand burns me through the piercing light
Through centuries our wounds will cry out in pain
Only cold and pain
Breathing the air poisoned with smoke
Without tears, moaning, silently they died
Through the pools of dreams, what do I see everywhere?
The silent lament of birches unknown to man

And pain...