Стихи Алёны Пискун переведены на английский [bad word]  [bad word] id217022922

Mist rose above the ground,
Step by step emptiness around.
It is not easy to be a stranger in the world,
And fight not let the tears, all the old
.By [bad word] the ground again,
I want to scream,
No one understands ..
.But I know exactly what I'm looking for, no more!
Stranger in the world, a stranger in the sky,
Passing through the icy space, my,
I hear a familiar echo from afar, [bad word] irresistible Trial!
Walk for someone to nowhere ... where?
I re-breed cloud hands, [bad word] into the ocean, where my Lands,
And the white ashes of the solution above the waves,
Continuity and endless pits ... where is my place?

I believe that the sun will shine in my heart,
I will share about the wind stones sorrow to part.
One day I'll wake up with a gleam in his eyes,
I forget what the icе.

Darkness, so silence,
Only reflections shimmer in the mirror,
I'm in a vacuum, barely breathing,
 Оnly shadows in the night surround me without thinking.
Night shades conceal the fate intended,
And the soul with a pick, like death.
Flame inside my ice melted,
I got the victim into his net,
Fire shall devour flesh,
Just shout! Just go away!
But in the veins flows the blood hot, this is my way.
White mist standing over me,
Fallen into the abyss of thought, I see ...
I want to know only one thing,
Where is the way to infinity?

II will share about the wind stones sorrow to part.
One day I'll wake up with a gleam in his eyes,
I forget what the icе. believe that the sun will shine in my heart,

Only light thoughts,
2 stabbed in the heart,
Blood breathes dawn,
Do not hurry to get dressed now!
As time goes by and life is flying like a bird,
Will wave his wing, not afraid to break without fear.