The Last Day
The Sea
The sea has receded
From my shores.
A dried-up bank,
Remains of enemies,
Yellow sand,
An abandoned beach.
Before my eyes
A dreary landscape.
Only silence
Surrounds me.
The dead sea
Saves me from boredom.
A pale shadow
Offers me a glass.
And I look
At the last volcano.


The Volcano
The last volcano
Has not erupted for a long time.
In its crater
The ash has cooled.
It has long forgotten
How it used to love
How happy it was
In bright flames.
I look at its
Last dreams,
But I see only
Fragments of war in them.
I know one thing:
Our world has no miracles.
And from the crater of the volcano
I see a forest.

The Forest
The gloomy forest
Is the last one remaining.
I stood for a long time,
Quietly saying goodbye to it.
It will soon die,
And I with it.
We will both burn
Under a foreign sun.
The leaves have fallen,
The forest stands bare.
It used to be sacred,
Now it is forgotten.
Leaving the forest,
I went west.
On a flat hill
I found an old city.

The City
The last city
Stands on a hill.
I saw it
In a midnight dream.
Empty windows
Looked at me.
Perhaps they
Wanted to save us.
I went into the houses.
I looked to see if anyone was there.
Silence all around,
The whole city is empty.
I don't see people
In their eternal shame.
I looked out the window –
There is no sea there anymore.

It's a terrible thing, and yet they tried to make a song out of it.