«I can only pray all the time.
I can only pray all the time.
My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.
I cannot sleep.
I can only pray all the time.
I can only pray all the time.
My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.
I cannot work...»(Kurama)
"What is alive in the sky?
What is dead in the air?
You are keeping your eyes on Bakhmut.
You need 8 seconds to see Bakhmut.
What is sound in the earth?
What is silent in the mud?
You are keeping your eyes on Bakhmut.
You need 8 seconds to see Bakhmut..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet in a voice» — a poem for Kyiv Opera singers (is voiced by the author)
"As singing a word.
As playing a character.
My voice is streaming.
How far in the world?
How far in the land?
How far in the sea?
How far in the air?
How far in the war?.."(Kurama)
"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..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet on Christmas Eve» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 (is voiced by author)
«“Let's endure this winter.
Because we know what we are fighting for.”
“Freedom comes at a high price.
But slavery has an even higher price.”
“Let's endure this winter.
Because we know what we are fighting for.”
“The world must see and understand.
What absolute evil we are fighting against.”...»(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet called Karaya» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 (is voiced by the author)
«With the call sign Karaya.
An ‘elf’ military pilot.
Shot down five Iranian drones.
Over Vinnytsia and ejected.
With the call sign Karaya.
He is already waiting for.
A new aircraft.
A little more — and he returns to the ranks...»(Kurama)
"Keeping a stiff upper lip.
Dressing in black.
Now is the time for us to dance
our Graduation Waltz.
Keeping a stiff upper lip.
Dressing in white.
Here is the place for us to dance
our Graduation Waltz..."(Kurama)
"In the wordless war.
In the wordless world.
My land is alive on my toes.
In the wordless war.
In the wordless world.
My land is kicking on my toes..."(Kurama)
"...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."(Kurama)
"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..."(Kurama)
"Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Shot and burnt.
Familiar cars need familiar faces.
Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Twisted and crumbled away.
Familiar fences need familiar faces..."(Kurama)
"Pinning shadows against walls.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Feeling the breathing of fire blazes.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Creeping frozen darkness up on me.
Warm me up. Warm me up.
Leading flames on my own.
Warm me up. Warm me up."(Kurama)
"Welcome home, dear sunshine.
A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Long absence. Yes, I’m alive...."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet with caissa» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 (video, author's singing)
"Where is the board?
Caissa is with me.
Art, only art.
Her ruthless breast can move.
Endless bombardment.
Without water and food.
Trapped or luring?
Playing chess..."(Kurama)
"This morning shook my home,
from whole prospects of peace at hand.
This morning struck me,
shattering sense of safety at all.
This morning pained Lviv,
to decide the only move to fight at once.
This morning changed land,
just before to focus in Donbas."(Kurama)
"Bleeding. Freeing.
Willing. Mariupol.
Homeland.
Port town.
Remain.
The only one for me.
Bleeding. Freeing.
Shielding. Mariupol..."(Kurama)
"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)
"The morning sunshine is sparkling
and pouring into his house.
A direct shell hit the roof
and scattered rubbles all over.
But could not succeed
to stop a 300-year-old poet.
Going for a moonlight
stroll in Skovorodynivka"(Kurama)
"For a breath of a poet,
a breeze comes round.
’Cause burn clay to bricks,
let winds borrow books!
Let burst into bloom of words
clay round the Library.
’Cause burn clay to bricks,
let rains borrow books!
Let burst into bloom of words
clay round Chernihiv."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet in Lysychansk» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 (video, author's singing)
"Red-brick and stone walls.
Blue sky and a white cloud.
The glory of the heritage.
Survived two world wars.
Black smoke poured out.
Red flames blazed up.
Through a targeted shelling.
In the school of hard knocks..."(Kurama)