Borekh Gelman
Every day, every plain day
my blood shivers in my body
every day, every ordinary day
my blood responds to a call
A wave inside echoes in my blood
like a bell – in the night – so bright
the world hangs in troubled pain of the world
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Every day lies packed and ready
near the golden door of beginning
loaded with unease and pain
wailing with worry and mad
like a devil machine…
Every day, every plain day
hunger cries into my window
wailing wild like an owl in trouble
at my window wildly in pain
A world is ending – caught up in terror
and a few are bathing in luck!
The world is ending in horror and blood
and a few – in wine and music…
Every day, every plain day
despite my youth and time
when I hear the call
my answer will be fine!