THEY CUTTING FOREST... (Free translation from Russian by the author Yosef Latman)
They cutting forest... The wind blows away the splinters.
The stumps are watering, like eyes, with a bitter juice.
When cut a forest, - he does not ask for mercy, -
Only memorial groves are smoking. Nobody can′t this reduce..
They say, the forest are cutting for happiness
Of generations, coming after us:
The wind of bad weather will carry away the splinters,
And the stumps will grow into young trees.
But the splinters have already lost everything tied
With joy and grief, sorrows and worries,
And about happiness, apparently, people lied,
And, probably, someone believed in the stories... 15.10.2020