Текст песни Ліна Костенко - Мій перший вірш написаний в окопі

My first poem written in the trenches,
on the loose from the wall of explosions,
destroyed when the stars in the horoscope
my childhood, not kill war.

Fire flowed volcanic lava,
stood in the gray craters gardens.
And our ferry zahlynalas
furious flurry of flame and water.

There was no white light are white and black.
The fiery night prysvichuvala day.
And he okopchyk -

a submarine

in a sea of ​​smoke, fire and terror.

This was no rabbits, no wolf -
bloody world, charred star!
I wrote almost shrapnel
big letters, just with primer.

I would have to play hide and seek in classes
a fairy flying on the wings score of.
I wrote poems about bombs,
and I saw death close.

At first the pain of those children did not experience,
he should remain at heart!
How ineffable poetry can not be said,
or not will become silent soul ?!

Soul in words - like a periscope sea,
And while remembrance - a reflection led ...
My first poem written in the trenches.
It was printed on the ground.