Black birds 

black birds 

peck their tracks 

on the white snow

Out

Yes we are dirt

We are incapable of molding ourselves anew

Honestly we don’t even know who inspired us to move

Yes we are clay

We move falling and swallowing dirt and branches

Whether we are clay or dirt, no one knows and oh Lord

It seems to me that no one has ever truly molded us

Beauty hates us

And we bloom with our bellies out(side)

The eternal rain begins

We are like candles in the hands of a praying person

The broken glass of our faces

Time and death do not exist

And our dirty bird breaks out 

Of chest-cage into the clouds

Humility

1

Believe it or not

But I can disappear not without a trace but as unknown as the plague

I will swim in the bloody river of memory like Stalin

My voice will resound in all stadiums as if it were Hitler

I will explode like a star and destroy everything around

Nothing passes without a trace:

And if you think that you should start for good,

And if you already take up fighting for something:

You should know that you only multiply sorrows and discord:

Each of us is a small chest with a nuclear war inside

2

Good does not need to be fought for

My hands are overgrown with leaves

I am full of humility