Soon, I will be no more,
soon, I will go to sleep:
My country is winter,
my country is midnight,
only in the palm of my country
while the moon is shining,
a snowy fruit tree shimmers.
II
My country is winter,
my country is midnight,
a lonely voice
in the age of lost homelands,
only in my country’s unsowed fields,
awaiting sleep,
echo the trailing bells of sleighs…
I will be no more – but not yet
I will turn deaf – but not yet.
Algimantas Mackus
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