Still
I trapped in chains
Still
I captured by the all pains
heavy
like all soils of Russia
...
sad like a fish dying in the tight bowl
icy like the face of moon
aged like all rocks of the hell
...
still I fall down
into my small dark world
my grave
...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, the chains of governments will hold us all back.