Dusan Vasiljev - A man sings after the war

 I walked in blood up to my knees,

And I have no more dreams. 

My sister has sold herself

And they cut off my mother's grey hair.

And in this bleary sea of sin and mud 

I'm not looking for a prey:

Oh, I dread air! And milk! 

And white morning dew!

I laughed in blood up to my knees,

and I haven't asked: why?

I declared my brother a sworn enemy, 

And I screamed during those moments where one runs forward,

Right before God, man and trench all go to hell! 

And now I calmly watch the woman I desire

being hugged by a leprous merchant,

and how she takes with herself the roof under my head,

and I have no will - or no strength - to defend myself. 

Up until yesterday I used to obediently lower my head

And passionately kiss shame.

And up until yesterday I wasn't aware of my real fate -

But today, I know it! 

Oh, I'm a man! Man!

I don't regret walking in blood up to my knees

and living through the red years of slaughter,

all for this sacred knowledge

brought to me by disaster.

And I'm not looking for a prey:

Oh, give me just a handful of air

And a dash of white, morning dew - 

Whatever else you give me, serves only your honor!