— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Elizabeta Pavlovska
Give me a hand instead of a bomb,
A smile for a bitter tear,
Hug me hard as the world shakes,
So let’s win this fight together.
Give me a hand instead of a bomb,
A smile for a bitter tear,
Hug me hard as the world shakes,
So let’s win this fight together.
I can clearly count his ribs.
Sweeping the streets,
His spine has worn out,
his dreams ….
War is not far away,
The hunter raises the rifle to aim at the prey,
When the prey is living its comfortable life,
When the prey is fast asleep.
Looked like pendulum swinging to and fro,
Looked like pendulum swinging to and fro,
Are you the morning shine,
Or the sunset glow?
Snow falls silently on the land,
Blood spayed onto the snow.
Last year,
Striding together through the wind and snow,
Don’t think that this smiling face of mine is happy.
There are a thousand sorrows in my single laughter,
I’m helpless, there’s nothing I can do,
I fell apart from my hand like Turan,
Today, my heart is still sad.
I sang like a stateless nightingale,