Поганки (Toadstools) by A ZA SOLNCEM LUNA

...and I'm standing in a crowd of jubilant fools,
filled with fierce hatred, boundless sadness and loneliness…
I watch you burn in the hellish flames of merciless fire, the fire of betrayal, lies and cowardice. Through this thick acrid smoke, I see your furious face, my dear…
Your purple ashes rise into the sky to fall like a poisonous rain on the heads of the guilty, to give black moisture to the dead forest, to give life to our poisonous children in hats and with pale faces - toadstools.
And we will definitely meet after! I hear a whisper that there is far away in the forest thicket under the old withered foliage.
Oh, yes, they have pale hats, they whisper terrible spells and call me…
And I go to their charming call in the purple forest.