Are you thinking of me?
What am I thinking, what am I doing?
In fact, I'm on a long vacation,
In the realm of thought, in the development of thought.
The fourteenth moon has risen in the sky today;
Wrapped in a black veil over the eyes,
I see the blue sky, in black darkness,
In the bright moonlit night,
I can see only the scattered darkness.
In this holiday today,
New boundaries have come to the province of thought,
Darkness has descended on the world,
Palestine has a long history of humanity assassination.
Yet I am not disturbed, there is no reservoir of energy.
I am now walking on the streets of Ukraine,
I'm upset, anxious, disturbed;
My vacation has come to a standstill,
Humanity has been violated,
Power and strength are dancing here,
Trade dealings, roaming here constantly,
Humanity lying in the line of the dead,
Saddened by the eternal transgression.
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