Katyn


gray in the sky the sun has extinguished
wind rustling the trees softly swaying birch
Few among the pines
At this point I do not hear many noises

This forest quiet to sleep it going
Hiding in a terrible secret
And sings a wistful tears
A cluster of trees, each person knows the neighborhood

At this point, because the trees
between the pines and birches branches
released last breath as a sacrifice for their country
Poles, soldiers in the Katyn

forest under clear skies
stood here, hungry and thirsty,
With the song on her lips and a clean conscience
for his homeland fell ashamed



Written in 2000.

Author: Cameo







In dense ; fog

In the dense fog of memories suddenly interrupted story,
silent scream scared, which echoed back
and strikes as the bell in the hearts of many consciences .

rustling birch trees in the enchanted tale of tragedy,
without hope is still subtle returning,
and although the grief in his eyes are pale looks,
new dawn it wakes up and will not be paler.

engraved on a tablet of stone are the words,
in each of them we find the face of tragedy,
but Earth where there is a two-headed eagle,
pettiness governs mixed with shame.

Their memories of our own, the truth over truth
will not understand, who seek him sincerely,
mistrust prevails once again, vague promises
disaster inevitably will prepare again.

Posted on 10 April 2011
Author: Cameo