Nadezhda

Even the winter
Won't turn the wheel now
Great spokes of still hours
Chained to the bare ground

Reverie, bear me
Deep in the hollow
Of wildwood, slumber
Among the arbour's bloom

Requiem, I hid his songs
In porcelain, and dead man's lungs
I even caught a breath of one
In church bells ringing for the fallen sons

Heavy black roses
Hang in the gardens
Whirled into wreaths now
Dark as death's shadow

Only your kisses
Bees from a sweet mouth
Turn the cold air
Searching for home
Where you lie...

Requiem, I hid his songs
In porcelain, and dead man's lungs
I even caught a breath of one
In church bells ringing for the motherland