We all are living in a deadly void: You try to push it down, the pus starts spraying. From first to last all trying to avoid The deadly horror that is drowned with wailing. The sacrifices, obligatory to our nation, That our own fathers more than once had canonized, Have placed a seal on the successive generation, Depriving us of reason, memory and eyes. The smell of blood, uplifting to the public...
Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2023