Wojna [English translation]

I live in the undergrowth of old trees

Not knowing that a Machine and a Mind exist.

I recognize the existence of moose by traces of its droppings,

I kill fish, I rinse the blood in the water.

I look while the hawk ravages nests

And the lake betrays the path of the otter.

And I know when I lay my sight on the stars,

That they are not only lumps of moss on fire -

So I believe in a miracle and the truth of prophecies.

So I believe in a miracle and the truth of prophecies.

I nestle close to fire every evening

Muttering prayers invented hastily.

I am afraid of darkness and the tumult of chase -

There are almost no events I do not feel in advance.

I am – it is enough for the world to exist,

I tell fortunes from a tree bark thrown into the fire

And I see in myself Madness and Order,

Like in the mirror of fire I see Hot and Cold -

So I believe in a miracle and the truth of prophecies.

So I believe in a miracle and the truth of prophecies.

The people are bad – I know a few good.

They do not kill the eagle to have crowns of plume,

And the Race of Victors can not look into their souls.

Their God loves the Man – not Humanity or Nation.

Reptilian mind is ruled by terror,

In the summer time, on roads covered by grass

And flooded by sunlight

Their placid walk does not leave traces -

So I believe in a miracle and the truth of prophecies.

So I believe in a miracle and the truth of prophecies.