"...A thought awoke. It exhausted and crushed down his ingenuous straightforward mind. He tossed about seeking a way out, a solution to his predicament"
[M. A. Sholokhov, "And Quiet Flows the Don".]
Cold shining stars
Hang low over the steppe
Home is so far
Trying to make the right step
Exhausted soul flounces in search for verity
I close my eyes, hoping to find clarity
Rebellious spirit burns in me
How many more tears will be shad?
Will this pathway ever end?
But in this never ending night
You'll always be my guiding light!
Futile battles,
A chain of restless days
And boiling metal
Takes hundreds lives away
Harassing questions haunt my thoughts, torture my mind
Leaving behind
Wrinkles on my face
By feverish doubts I'm embraced
Did our desires lead us astray?
To enemies we now obey!
In bloody crossroads of the war
You're in my heart, forevermore!
