Отклонения, лирически и прозаически
И вместо път да построиш You Could Build a Road
Величко Енев Velichko Enev

With these sharp stones
you tear from the solid rock -
your hands now red with pain and stubbornness -
you could build a road.
But, with anger, you throw them at the passers-by,
to be remembered. For, you say,
that evil only is remembered.