Translated by Dmitry Bosky
To cut out the country and its memory like an infected appendix
A pale scar a permanent bruise inescapable tie
Unbreakable indestructible my voice breaks as though I am
That note of unbearable sorrow
Not for the loss but because it was always so
Any words stopped as though with duct tape in a freezing house
A cruelty which has divided us into blood and tears
Which has turned our sight into a constant continuous witness.