Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn

Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei

Fintina celor... crediciosi!



Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave

Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori

De care atirna trei crisosi...



Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn

Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia

Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii

Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii...



"Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn

Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."



...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar

Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar

De craniu omenesc...

Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare

A albului domnesc...



Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea

Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia

"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"

Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul

se-nnegrea...



Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea

Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia



Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse

Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind

Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte

Si zimbeste ... fredonind:

BLASFEMIE !!!

"Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"



English translate: Banner Of Blasphemy



Three wooden crosses

Three huge crosses of wood

Painted with three colors

On the margin of the road

Guarding the fountain of the believers

Three crosses

On the margin of the road

With gestures made by morbid hands

They hinder wanderers whilst passing

Like three gallows on holy lands

Where three christians are hanging...



Inclined by a funeral stir

On a fatal sky, so blur

Like two armies enticed to war

The mad have fallen upon the brave

The children of 'morrows dead

Their parents had met



In the shade of the wooden crosses

The armies began their battle

Aside... the banner of creedance flattered

White and clean

Like the cleanest white men have seen



And the blasphemic flag of madness

Safely embedded in each human skull

Was ready to unfold at the first

Subjugation of the royal white



On the same day, blackened by fumes

The heavens seem to be the ceiling

Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding



And the fumes of the burning steeples

Opened in the celestial blue

The way of another fume

Blacker, heavier, and the blue

Has become black, too



So the horrified people

Hasten to the burning steeples

The brave behold whilst crying

Like the remnants of a defeated army



And the madmen stay aside

Grinning and humming: Blasphemy

And the tricolor of madness was sheltering

The conquerors!