The death of the deer

Drought has killed any gusts of wind.

The sun melted and flowed on the earth.
The sky remained hot and empty.
The ticks pull mud out of the well.
Over the woods more and more often fires, fires
Wild dancing, satanic games.

I'm going after my father up the hill late,

And the fir trees scratch me, bad and dry.
We both go goat hunting,
Hungry hunting in the Carpathian mountains.
Thirst shatters me. Boil on stone
The trickle of water dripping from the tap.
The temple presses on the shoulder. I walk like another
Planet, huge, alien and heavy.

We're waiting in a place where it's still ringing,

From the strings of smooth waves, the springs.
When the sun goes down, when the moon shines,
Here they will come in droves to drink
One by one the deer.

I tell my father I'm thirsty and he beckons me to shut up.

Dizzying water, how clear you stagger!
I feel thirsty for the life that will die
At the clock stopped by law and customs.

The valley breathes with withered rustle.

What a terrible evening floats in the universe!
There is blood on the horizon and my chest is red, as if
I wiped my bloody hands on my chest.

As an altar burns ferns with purple flames,

And the astonished stars blinked among them.
Alas, how I wish you would not come, no longer come,
Beautiful sacrifice of my forest!

She jumped up and stopped

Looking around as a kind of team,
And her thin nostrils shuddered at the water
With slippery copper circles.

The bottle in his wet eyes moistened something obscure,

I knew she was going to die and it was going to hurt.
It seemed to me that I was reliving a myth
With the girl turned into a deer.
From above, the pale, lunar light,
She sifted cherry blossoms on her warm fur.
Alas, as I wished for the first time
Dad's kid's beating to fail!

But your valleys. Kneeling,

He had raised his head, shook it to the stars,
She then collapsed, stirring on the water
Running black swarms of beads.
A blue bird had jerked between the branches,
And the life of the deer to the late horizon
It had flown smoothly, screaming, like birds in autumn
When they leave safe and deserted nests.
I stumbled and closed them
Shady eyes, sadly guarded by horns,
I winced silently and white as a father
He hissed happily, "We have meat!"

I tell my dad I'm thirsty and he signals I'm drunk.

Dizzying water, how dark you stagger!
I feel thirsty for the dead creature
At the clock stopped by law and customs ...
But the law is useless and foreign to us
When life in us hardly fades,
And tradition and mercy are in vain,
When my sister is hungry, sick and dying.

Dad's rifle smokes on one nostril.

Woe without wind the duium leaves run!
My father raises a frightened fire.
Alas, how much the forest has changed!
I catch herbs in my hands without knowing it
A bell with a silver bell ...
Dad pulls his nails out of the skewer
Deer heart and kidneys.

What's the heart? I'm hungry! I want to live, and I would like to ...
You, forgive me, virgin - you, my deer!
I'm sleepy. How high is the fire! And the forest, how deep!
Cry. What does my father think? I eat and cry. I'm eating!