Fields are pitted


Fields are pitted
Orphaned look at the sky
For many years in a row
Owner of the house was not.
And somewhere waiting for his spring
bird talk
Yes stole his war,
The forest, of the mountains.

Why did you do, war,
Field of rye field of battle?
Earth fire burned
Every scrap of wounded
Land plowed for many days
Tanks shells yes
It was only sagebrush rose on it
With swans near ..

Smelled gunpowder Plot
She had forgotten the smell of bread
And she would be warm rain
And the blue sky
Yes, to the far side
Under its sunsets
Home from the war to return
Russian soldiers in 1968 ..