I do not sleep at night, for my heart is awake,
And in every beat – is the ominous ringing of a sword.
The world seems to have fallen asleep, but my soul is still boiling,
Like a coal in tight ashes.
Oh, fierce times, how tight it is in my chest!
As if even words – are shackles and crosses…
But I have not died yet. I am alive in these people,
Who, in the haze, have learned to carry freedom.
I am in the dark gaze, I am in the shadow of the wall,
I am in the memory of an old song that weaves itself.
Let tomorrow become even darker than the war –
Today, my soul does not fall silent.
Silence Before the Storm
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