Тростник [Trostnik] [English translation]

Seems that skies decided

To test the durability of us

With the sequence of unending disasters

Tighher and tighter are the clamps

More and more difficult are the lessons

More and more scary are the scales of consequences

Under the leaden rain,

Entrapped beneath the ice,

And dying from thirst in sands,

Surrounded by shadows,

And in delirium and in a dream

In the most horryfing one, I keep repeating:

"I'm not afraid"

Patiently bent

The reed its thin stem

Nestling closer and closer to the water

Icy winds,

Snowfalls and hails

Bend it more and more angrily

But will not break it

In an endless fall

In anxious visions

Which do excite the exhausted soul

Along the blade

As a password, as a prayer

Repeat hundred times in a row:

"I'm not afraid"

Patiently bent

The reed its thin stem

Nestling closer and closer to the water

Icy winds,

Snowfalls and hails

Bend it more and more angrily

But will not break it

Indifferent waves,

Arrows of the fiery lightnings

Will pass through me more than once1

But so light and weightless

Are the ships on the horizon

And you're with me and nothing else matters

Far far away

The echo of our steps

Will fade away in the cold air

Let nothing confuse me

On this way

Nor frighten

Nor break

Patiently bent

The reed its thin stem

Nestling closer and closer to the water

Icy winds,

Snowfalls and hails

Bend it more and more angrily

But will not break it

1. Literally "will pass through me not once (but more times)", but i found it a bit confusing