Rain
Instead of a fierce storm, I hear dry thunder.
So loud, so dry.
Instead of raindrops, I wipe away sticky sweat.
So sticky, smelling bad.
Hey doubts time,
Hey, slow death,
Hey, clenched hearts,
Hey, cracked lips.
Black clouds above your head, burnt sand under your feet.
The birds have already fallen silent singing, fire burned their hearts.
I cut my forearm with a knife, I mix the blood with the sputum.
I press the spider's web and pour my urine on it.
I threaten the sky with my fist, I turn the liquid into poison.
In God's face is smiling and I'm waiting for the rain.
English version:
The Rain
Instead of a fierce storm, you hear a dry thunder
So loud, so dry
Instead of a drop of rain, I wipe my clammy sweat
So clammy, stinking to the evil
Hey, to the time of doubt
Hey, to slow death
Hey, to sinking hearts
Hey, to cracked lips
Black clouds above, burnt dirt underneath
Bird songs went quiet, embers burned their hearts
I cut the forearms with a knife, I mix blood with declination
I squeeze spider’s nest and I pour my piss on it
I threaten heaven, I change liquid into poison
I laugh in God’s face and wait for the rain