Tajge

Povratak je bolan jer pepeo sad traži Stara iz sela nijemog pogleda na straži Spališe joj kuću bolnom predstavom od straha Ostala je živa, ali nije više majka Nasmiješi se krišom i pusti dvije suze Da putuju polako niz obraz stare ruže Na livadi pred domom sjela je bez riječi Izvadila pištolj i namjestila metak: "Nije ovo strašno mila kao hladan vjetar U srcu suhih grana gdje je zarobljena jeka" Taiga The return is painful It's the ashes that she's looking for The old peasant woman with a gaze on guard They burned down her house during the terror show of fear She remained alive but is no longer a mother Quietly she smiles and lets two tears travel down her face On the meadow she sat numb, right beside her home Pulled the gun out and adjusted the bullet: "This is not as terrible, dear, as a cold wind Which blows in the middle of the dry branches Where only the echo is trapped."