HEAVENLY FORCES
Heavenly forces, on the earth, have a mercy // have mercy (remove "a")Our poor landMay it is guilty, let it’s cursed by the world // May it be guilty, let it be cursed ...But it is the only one (such country) // (see below **)We were weeping with bitter tearsWe are full with bloody fightsHeavenly Forces! Have a mercy on our land! // remove "a"On our pitiful landStill we must all sick souls mendWe have been full of that horrid bloodshed
Pity the spring apparel of the birchesAnd the first wildflowersPity the boys, the “green” soldiersAnd the soldiers, who can say “Thou” to deathThe never-been-kissed girls in the far villageThe smashed faced (peasant) men // smashed-faced, hyphenatedThe old ones, whish still pass their age (still are alive) // The old ones who while away their age?The names, that we still keep in our memory
Pity wildflowers and snowdropsAnd on old soldiers that have been swapped // And on old soldiers who ...Country blokes ever drunk and unwiseAll the names that we still memorize
And more, on my daughters and your sonsAnd on ever unmown lawnHave a pity on those who do not love me // Have pityAnd on those why fell in love with me // And on those who ...On all, why do their job, and do not ask from you // On all who (no comma)The sympathetic words, as I doHave a mercy on all who write the verses (poems) // Have mercy ... versesAnd on all, who believe in love
Pity lawns that have never been mowedAll those nameless and countless crowdsPity poets, whose verses are roughAnd all those who believe in love