Along the azure steppe
A raven-black wind!
It embraced me once and disappeared –
The raven-black wind...
I proceeded to reap the rye.
A thunderous storm cloud!
Not everyone comes back from war –
Raven-black wind...
The sun gazes like a child,
But in the villages there is famine!
Mothers walk, like shadows –
Raven-black wind...
In a foreign land somewhere far away
Without a cross; a raven...
Be damned together with war! –
Raven-black wind...
1917-1918