DREAMS - THE BLOCK, AXE OF PASSION,
REQUITAL AND VERDICT,
A crossing of fates from long ago.
A soul as a teared shirt
Squeezes the heart,
A body waits for sharp pain,
For head to roll into the foggy distance.
So, it was not judged to us to say "Good bye",
A fate has thrown the lot, like a stone, into a whirlpool:
One cannot take it out from a bottom - never cry to heaven, -
Hurry, execution may be wanted, don't cry.
Do your job, quickly, my sweet executioner!