Anush Ana Balayan
Avala settles
I remember you,
White stone city,
Through the memories
To your Majesty.
Sava became muddy.
Avala settles,
Mother's heart’s
Danube shrinks.
Serbia
Serbia, You were a refuge to many
In moments
When you were choking on your own blood.
Torn by the unworthy degenerates,
Still, you are a useful piece.
If at least a proud eagle ripped you apart!
But no! You are ripped by pitiful ravens.
Blood drips from your heart,
You have a close sister,
At least we are not alone in this life,
Let me wipe your eyes from tears.
Above the Ruins of Belgrade
Nothing has changed.
What has being demolished,
It remained the same, unrepaired.
And wounds are bloody
The eyes are sad
And the sky is gray.
Changes of
Just the speakers.
Changes of
Just the lying methods.
A century has passed,
So, has the millennium.
Human suffering left
The same and unchanged.
Belgrade 1999
Translated from Serbian by Radomir Baturan
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