Három csendes nap [English translation]

Look at the book written in blood

The world is writing a diary, a new page has just been written

a heavy page, soaking wet of blood

There is a white patch in it, three quiet days

Look into the self-destroying work

three quiet days have hidden between the lines

three light sighs, a sound living in the heart

The hand writing the diary is moving

it plunges its quill again, a blank page is waiting for it

Three days, peace has lasted as long as this

for the last , the last forty years