Give the hungry dogs meat Perhaps they will fight, claw and tooth. To drunkards, give wine sweet - Perhaps they will drink to truth. So crows will go away, Raise up the scarecrows tall. So lovers’ love would stay, Give a quiet corner to them all. Throw grains into furrows’ way - Perhaps wheat will grow, you’ll see. Alright, I will obey - Let me go and set me free! They gave the dogs meat scraps - But the dogs neither fought nor nipped. They gave wine to the drunkard chaps - And they refused to sip. Scarecrows flutter where crows gather And the crows have no fear. Couples are brought together And they refuse to be near. They poured water so the earth would lie blooming - But no stalks rise anyhow. Yesterday they gave freedom to me. What do I do with it now?
© Tamara Vardomskaya. Translation, ?