Молитва, Слава Гауфберг/Prayer by Slava Gaufberg

Стихи и музыка Славы Гауфберга/Lyrics, music and English translation by Slava Gaufberg Where can I find words, where can I find sounds, How to reach deaf hearts, How can I become a wall on the bloody path? How can I make insane to part with their madness? The air smells of spring, and steam from earth Rises into clear skies. And ships go into the ocean, as always, And there is plenty of “bread and circus” around. In the morning the eternal sun rises, And the hooligan-wind whistles in the fields. But my heart is full of ache, And my soul turns into stone from pain. The land of my reckless youth Blazes in a frenzy of fires, Chestnuts and poplars ablaze Along the lovely boulevards of my childhood, The empty eye sockets of the buildings, The sobs are carried to the sky… One nation went crazy again It won’t be forgiven for ages. It sends its sons to the slaughter They were ordered, and they have no idea Who is a brother, who i