Snow falls, snow falls
among the
fir trees, upon the graves
on the
branches, beneath the bombs
my eyes are
filled with pain
snow falls
in Ukraine.
Snow falls,
upon the graves
white
snowflakes, blood-red snowflakes
on the
hills and on the children
in the
indifferent winter
landscapes
of green, white and blood.
Snow falls,
upon the graves
on brown
hair and on blond
on the
young and on the old
by the
fireside, we close our eyes
ignoring
makes it easier to breathe
no one
moves
snow falls
in gentle flakes
upon the
sleigh, white, white and red…
