Eesti

                turn
When the truth blends with the creativity itself
and autumn leaves fall aside
We too
can recover
from this sickness that has haunted us for so long.

When hungry wolves were attacking us,
did you show them teeth or did you
run away?

When the colds of the winter were
showing us that we do not belong,
did you stay or did you
run away?

When the winds of the dark were silently
emptying your pockets,
did you cry for your mother?

When the eyes of your skull peer through the
darkness, and the harmfulness of the long-lost
victimhood returns as a Soviet army,
do you stay or do you
bleed?

Falsehood and deceit, victimhood, shadows
and lies - all go down in despair, in utter
final scream, surrendering to the loyalty
itself, as if they were part of this
show, to provide the enemies what they
deserve.

Have you,
oh long-lost beloved one,
seen the stars in a winter night
and thought -
    how humble can it get?

Smoothness is the degree
flow holds the flow
run-down empties you
and flash ignores everything.

In true honor,
what can you
respect?

loads of weight
no more
holding back
the soldier
the true sickness
of an amateur

loyalty
stupidity
deceit

Falling towards
a rock
in an attempt
to
crush
our
own
fore-head

Hold your
hands
instead
of
water,
let
go
of
?

Too late.

Hands on hands.
Towards the latest victims!
See if there's still any blood left.

I once saw a dark crow
flying towards the shade
empty was his flight
almost un-noticed

Animal
forest
careful

from the wisdom within.

horrors of the shade
and wisdom on relief
of deep and
lonely currents

of nightful
cause of thief

legends that
carry nothing

the show
the shade
of
doom

the likelihood
of welcome
a sudden
slam
of door

look
and then
we
show you

that
horrors
are
but
joke

look and then
we claim that
we own your
final clothes

the legendary breakdown
the legendary theft
the case, the cure
the welcome

the
happy
under-go