Artifacts Of Vitality 03. 05. 06

    Стихотворение, констатирующее девальвацию последних идеалов былого - свободы, веры, верности и красоты родной земли. Одна эпоха догорела дотла, а другая так и не зародилась. От светлого прошлого не осталось даже артефактов...

Riding back to the land of my youth once again
I foresee it's defiled and invaded
Time consumed the bright image I tried to retain
And the colours of freedom have faded

I was counting the days in my gloomy retreat
Desolation determined my tenor
And confirming the empty hopes' final defeat
The vermilion tears painted my banner

Now I rise from the frozen world's bleakness. What for?
To shake off the enfettering boredom
But I know that I cannot be happy no more
'Cause my light rests too deep at the bottom

My return is avoidless but how should I feel
Midst the tombs? How to show a discretion
When alive are the vermin I wanted to kill
And departed is my secret passion?

Nothing stays here untainted and I'm not surprised -
All the earth's growing meaner and meaner
With the filth and the ordure mankind idolized
Not a single fight can have a winner

And I'm always alone on my black lane of life
Like a ghost, like a roaming grave-digger
Neither silence and calmness nor war to the knife
May resuscitate my former vigour...

Artifacts of vitality! Where have you gone?
Why the Spirit's forsaken these regions?
God is speechless... and just the pale forests bemoan
Our lost shrine... our belief and allegiance

I'm the last of the few who remembered the past
But who'll comfort my soul? No one. Never.
For my love and desire are buried in dust
And the heaven is darkened forever