November 2, 2023

Хлябът наш насъщен, от Буча / Daily Bread, from Bucha

На моята улица в Буча лежи велосипедът ми.
А до него моят хляб пее песента на Украйна.

Виждам жита кървави, и небе
                                        от разпятия.

И как хлябът и виното се превръщат във ручеи.
Когато сред жита се намирате,

и за моя хляб
помолете се.

My bicycle lies on my street in Bucha.
Next to it my bread sings the song of Ukraine.

I see grains of blood, a sky
   of crucifixes.

All bread and the wine become streams.
When you are among the wheat,

pray too, for
               my bread.

Translated into Bulgarian and English languages by author.

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