I live in front of the water
in between fields and in between sand
Above me is the sky
and in front a blue sea
Sometimes you live here
sometimes you're dead
Sometimes imagination here
already looks like truth
There are nights containing a moon
in this east
There are days that scream
The pain in the chest
I live in front of the water
and the horizon is far
and the sky is tall
and the sea is deep
The beauty here has a flavor
of war footsteps
Here grow weeds of fury
in between flowers of consolation
Here the lips know
how to smile for a while
Here the eyes cry
years already by themselves
I live in front of the water
and scenes from the long ago
tell me meanwhile
how they turned to dust
Here you will find in every rock
also remains of dreams
Here [we] carry the suffering
in a basket of joys
Here we drink the grief
in goblets of love
Here we sing storm songs
in between prayers of Ashkava