[Verse 1] Get up and walk through the city of the massacre, And with your hand touch and lock your eyes [Verse 2] On the cooled brain and clots of blood Dried on tree trunks, rocks, and fences; it is they. Go to the ruins, to the gaping breaches, [Chorus] To walls and hearths, shattered as though by thunder: Concealing the blackness of a naked brick, To walls and hearths, shattered as though by thunder: Concealing the blackness of a naked brick, [Verse 3] A crowbar has embedded itself deeply, like a crushing crowbar, And those holes are like black wounds, [Bridge] For which there is no healing or doctor. Take a step, and your footstep will sink: you have placed your foot in fluff, Into fragments of utensils, into rags, into shreds of books: [Chorus] Bit by bit they were amassed through arduous labor—and in a flash, Everything is destroyed… And you will come out into the road— Acacias are blooming and pouring their aroma, [Verse 4] And their blooms are like fluff, and they smell as though of blood. And their sweet fumes will enter your breast, as though deliberately, [Bridge] Beckoning you to springtime, and to life, and to health; And the dear little sun warms and, teasing your grief, [Chorus] Splinters of broken glass burn with a diamond fire— God sent everything at once, everyone feasted together: The sun, and the spring, and the red massacre!
