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.