Текст песни Віка Корпан - Мій перший вірш написаний в окопі

My first poem was written in a trench,
on that loose wall from explosions,
when lost the stars in the horoscope
my childhood killed in the war.

Volcanic lava was pouring on the fire.
The house was on fire. Night seemed day.
And our crossing was choked
across the Dnieper - with water and fire.

The rumble of the earth. Neighbor crying boy.
The woman was baptized, and the bread ran out.
This narrow cistern moved,
where two families huddled for several days.

O first pain of those not childish impressions,
what he should leave in his heart!
As the unspeakable verses do not say,
will not the soul become dumb ?!

It was neither a bunny nor a wolf -
bloody world, charred star! -
and I wrote almost in fragments
capital letters, just from the primer, -

that first poem, leaning against the edge,
to shine at night the war.
What he was, I do not remember.
The shell fell - the wall fell.