On this video: Kurama (Japan). «A poet with a jumping heart» — a poem about war in Ukraine (author's singing).
Kurama
(Japan)
A POET WITH A JUMPING HEART
My heart is jumping.
In front of our bus...
My heart is jumping.
In front of our bus...
I'll see my dear son.
I'll see my dear son.
My dear son has been in the hospital.
He was injured in a heavy battle.
Thank God, all the saints.
Thank God, all the saints.
Bishamonten and all other gods.
That the warriors got out of that battle alive!!!
Two rockets flew into our city.
And destroyed an electrical substation.
We saw a rocket very low over our heads.
The explosion was very strong.
And the electricity went out.
This is genocide.
Mordor wants to destroy us...
I hope that we'll survive this war...
I pray for our dear son.
And for all defenders all the time.
We pray for our dear son.
And for all ‘elves’ warriors constantly.
We are meeting with my dear son.
We are meeting with my dear son.
We are meeting with my dear son all day...
And I'm happy now...
On this video: Kurama (Japan). «A poet at a bus station» — a poem about war in Ukraine (author's singing).
Kurama
(Japan)
A POET AT A BUS STATION
Be patient. Be patient.
Too much patient but not enough to see you.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way from home to where you have a few days.
Be patient. Be patient.
Too much patient but not enough to call you.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way through half of Ukraine by bus.
Be patient. Be patient.
Too much patient but not enough to hear you.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way from far west for 15 hours.
Be patient. Be patient.
Too much patient but not enough to be with you.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way for the moment waiting and waiting.
Be patient. Be patient.
Too much patient enough to talk with you.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way home after those happy moments.
Be patient. Be patient.
Too many pigeons at a bus station round me.
Be patient. Be patient.
On my way home to wait and pray for you again.
On this video: Kurama (Japan). "A poet at home" — a poem for mom of Ukrainian warrior, about war in Ukraine (author's singing).
Kurama
(Japan)
A POET AT HOME
This poem is for all mothers and fathers of Ukrainian warriors.
I’m waiting for you to hear your voice.
I’m praying for you to read your words.
What a long long long silence is passing and passing at home.
Wherever you fight now, I’m calling your name, my dear son.
Where do you fight now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.
Wherever you sleep now, I’m calling your name, my dear son.
Where do you sleep now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.
I’m waiting for you to hear your voice.
I’m praying for you to read your words.
What a long long long silence is passing and passing at home.
Wherever you go now, I’m calling your name, my dear son.
Where do you go now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.
Wherever you stand now, I’m calling your name, my dear son.
Where do you stand now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.
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"Aware of a poet?
Aware of a poet?
A poet of Cossack broods over the land.
Not noting a bullet.
Not noting a bullet.
You see a poet of Cossack in Borodyanka."
(Kurama)