None of the forbidden, silent territories
is so much attracted in exploration of horrible history.
In the old days, there used to stand houses and plants,
and now there is only the skeleton of the burned nature.
This is not a place for living people, the life itself is different here too.
The shadows host a ball here, irritating and playing with us,
They call their own the silence of unfinished buildings
of lonely, desperate and dust-covered heroes.
The dust is dancing in the moonlight.
Someone´s forgotten dreams in children´s pictures.
The blind eyes of abandoned dolls.
The shadows can tell everything about the lifes once lived.
Geiger counter* disturbingly notices us
about the game in which the human loses.
And above us, the ghost khorovod* is laughing
on the bridge where after the explostion only the Shadows are left.
Those who used to live on that earth
turned to dust a long time ago and disappeared in the mist.
At other times, only the silhouettes of children are flashing around
the forbidding sign "It is the Zone of Shadows".
The dust is dancing in the rays of Moon.
Someone´s unrecognized fear in children´s pictures.
The blind eyes of abandoned dolls.
The shadows can tell everything about the lifes once lived.