Sadness is in the city tonight,
Tonight is ruled by pain
Everyone is calling Him,
But no one knows where God is,
In the city, those few maniacs are laughing
But tonight, the city is crying,
Small snakes emerged
They transformed into throat-cutters,
Dead bodies, big ones
average ones, and even those small ones,
My river is red,
And the Sava River is swallowing them
Although it doesn’t want to,
It is swallowing up those that drank from it,
Those that laughed and loved
While they bathed in it,
The river is tormented,
You can see it in the foam
The river washes ashore,
But it can’t wash ashore
what the snake throws into it,
The clouds come to the river’s aid,
They send rain to rescue it,
For the red pools of blood
To runoff easier.
Even Sava’s siren is grieving
For her children are dead,
She needs a shell to calm down,
She needs some kind of explanation,
She needs air
She is suffocating from grief,
She wants nothing more but to go to the surface,
Even if this means she dies and dries up,
She is calling her servants,
She’s calling Sava’s catfish,
She gives them orders
To prepare human bodies for graves,
For the bodies to be buried
As deep as possible,
And specifically, by the mouth of the Danube
There where the bay is deep,
And so, the catfish drag the bodies,
They invited a big pike fish,
To force other fish off the path,
And the ones that refuse to move
The pike fish swallows them whole,
In the meantime, on the bayou
Following the siren’s command,
The fish have built the tomb
For Sava’s innocent children,
The bodies are buried
It’s Danube’s turn now,
Into the Black Sea
To carry the pools of blood away