“We look, we look in the same direction...”
We look, we look all in the same direction, For the mossy valley, for the swampy forest, Following the croaking crow, To the edge of the darkening skies. How long have you, inert mass In the war of liberation Like God's thunderous cloud, Got up in the storm and in the fire? Oh Rus! And here she is again chained, And silent and empty What spell are you enchanted with What curse is it? And yet the sadness is irresistible It attracts you: accept, forgive.