Veriura [English translation]

Who stole our dreams

and made fun of them?

Who created us similar to him

and planted us full of hate?

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Why fingers easily

clench to a fist?

Why in the language of snakes

our mouths talk?*

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Beauty is perishable

Ugliness like a stone

Who brags about his happiness

Needs to be punished by crops**

Damnation's children sing

a psalm beautifully dark

Plows of the yard rush forward

And bloodtracks are left behind

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