as the shift transcends the noise
through the shadow of Ukraine's toil
you decipher the curves of her Saint-Clin Clin
voice
the same verse over and over again
free thoughts They ask to burn
as the pigeon got shot
over the meadows of Tomorrow
Swallows ash the city of
the thousand myths that rot
through the crash of a hidden shpeel
are you really who you are?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem