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When the Flame Turns to Ashes - Коли Пломінь Перетворюється на Попіл

de Drudkh

Formerly you seemed to me like a wounded eagle
That has been left in the field in agony to die...
Your eyes are watching the damned enemy,
Who wanted to trample you with his feet.

You are breathing with anger and burning, but not dying...
To dig you are shuffling ground with your claws,
With one wing you're beating off the rooks
And laying on the second broken wing...

Formerly you seemed to me like a stately knight,
Who layed in steppe to rest on the stone...
You are hardly sleeping and raving about the lucky battle,
While your enemy is hissing like a snake...

My nation! And you - an eagle, that has been wounded at the night,
And you are knight, who has been captured!
Oh my eagle, my winged giant,
Oh my knight, who has been punished for the sleep!..

Why, my eagle, don't you fly with eagles,
But you are dragging wings, as oars, by the ground?!
Why, my knight, don't you go in battle,
But you are lamentably crying with a wind on the tillage?!

So what is an eagle, if his eagle's flock
Doesn't dart off from the earth into the blue of serene day,
And what kind of knight are you with smile of servant,
Without proud thoughts, without a honour and a name?!

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