Judas-Tree, my deserted blood branch
What color is the sky above you today?
Is it sunny, or is it gray?
In this forsaken corner of the world,
No sunshine above me
No springtime to flaunt me
All I can see is a wall
So dark and sad,
My breath would stall
So clustered, my gaze won’t reach
The flickering light of a dying lamp,
The only legacy this dark night can preach
The air is a prisoner in this suffocation
Stale, colorless, in stagnation
Not a glance from the sun,
in the silence of this forgotten crypt
In the cold breeze of this corner,
Candle flames, all eventually drift
A memory, colorful and teary
My Judas-Tree, over there, like my bloody heart, lonesome and weary
Tell me, Judas-Treeو
Springtime and mourning,
Is there a common mystery?
Or the ground awash with the blood of sparrows
Is my sorrow, springtime’s trickery?
Judas-Tree, catch the bloody grip of the ground and hold
Ask him to stop this circle of sorrow and scold
Joshua-Tree, my blood branch
When the doves come singing by the window at dawn
Hurry, take my flowery being and show me their flight before they are gone
Judas-Tree, the colorful banner of spring
High at mast and elevated shall remain your being
The colorful memory of my compatriots, you shall always hold
My unsung ballads, you shall always sing, truth be told
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