Broken Wings

Come, and let us be strong
Killed, we die as martyrs
Victorious, we‘ll live as heroes.

Walk this rough path firmly
With eyes toward the sun
So we may not see the skulls and serpents
Among the rocks and thorns.

I see your spirit quivering around me
As a thirsty bird flickers
Above a spring of water
Guarded by a hungry serpent.

That bird will remain flickering
Until thirst destroys him
Or falls into the grasp of a serpent
Becoming its prey.

No, this nightingale should remain alive
And sing until dark comes
Until the end of the world
And keep on singing eternally
His wings should not be broken
Their motion removes
The cloud from my heart.

Thirst will exhaust him
And fear will kill him.

See how time has left us in these ruins
In this place spring united us
In a bond of love
And brought us together
Before the throne of death
How beautiful was spring
How terrible is this winter!

I am not worthy of a new life
I am not strong enough for life.

A bird with broken wings
Cannot fly in the spacious sky.