It is clear and blue,
sky today
But now metal does clang,
clang away,

And there’s humming all
over our land
And they trees are in soot -
they are sad.

Just like crosses the smoke
and ash stand,
On the rooftops the cranes
don’t make nests.

Amber-colored chaff,
will it stand?
No! We sowed it all,
all in vain.

With what amber light
is field filled?
This is wildfire that runs
through the field.

Everyone came apart
out of pain.
There are no singing birds -
only ravens.

And the trees are in dust -
in this fall
And those who could still sing -
stopped it all.

And love is not for us.
Don’t you know?
What do we need the most?
Hatred. So,

Just like crosses the smoke
and ash stand,
On the rooftops the cranes
don’t make nests.

Canopies now make sound
in the forest,
But through water and land
run the moans.

But there are no miracles -
the trees
Are screaming with double
screams.

They have gone to the east
from the pain,
There are no singing birds,
there are no cranes.

The air can hold many
sounds,
But now in it the metal
resounds.

There is sound of the hoofs -
tiredly,
If somebody would shout -
quietly.

They have gone to the east
from the pain,
And above the rooftops
there are no cranes.