War is an abyss
Burning in the eyes, blocking up the sun,\namong the echoes of the screams of yesterday's children,\nWe are strangers\nin a crowd of people with guns,\nlike armless lambs in the eyes of bloodthirsty beasts and their grasping fingers.\nA hindrance...\nLet it be just a nightmare, \nLet it be just a nightmare,\nOnly a mist...\nCovering each other \nat the corners of our homes, \nin the cold cellars and empty stops, \nWe're reading, we're whispering prayers,\nforgetting about the sharp nails \nin our own hands...\nThere's no one who understands\nUntil they go through hell themselves...\nIt's tense...\nOur future has become a fog -\na white door that we cannot enter...\nBut there's no hatred anymore, \nNo hatred!\nWe poured love into jars,\nsplashing the last drop \nfrom the bottom to the ruins of the path...\nUndressing each other, \nReflecting the scars,\nWe live, we leave, we pass...\nAway like stars \nin the abyss of the black pupils...