Veter tuli. Blisk se vžiga iz noči, oči slepi. V moji duši smrt.
V žični ograji visim in moja kri v črnem curku v sneg kaplja.
Mesec vzhaja in razliva nad polje sijaj.
Vrzl sem smrt – nje oči so bele in lepe ko drevo cvetoče.
The wind is blowing. Thunder is on fire in the night, it hurts my eyes. In my soul is death.
On the razor fence I’m hanging and my blood is droping in the snow.
The moon is rising and it glows upon the field.
I saw death – her eyes were white and beautiful as a blooming tree