Dead Cat poem from the Grave Runner

One passage from Grave Runner/Child's Grave

Beside the grave small and new done, the miserable guy looked to the tombstone.He murmured sorrowful: O, a child's grave, learned nothing. Without learning anything, what pity, leaving the earth...

between the ruins

I am wandering between the ruins

Unstable winds blow and blow again.

Screaming above my head a crow,

Is it calling my disaster or warns me?

It can not speak that, how can I know?

I am wandering between the ruins

It blows outside undecided winds.

Street is singing own song in a chaos,

Trash cans are full.

No matter how much people eat,

Stii hungry soul.

First where did I start the journey?

How many days, how many months?

Maybe year.

Anymore I don't know, 

I don't know anymore,

Where is paradise,

Where is hell.

Machine

One person can love a machine? I did.

Gears, they have rhythmic moves...

Dark brown coloured, gives the papers to press.

Ever same moves carefree.

One guy nearby, such standing

Makes it control with his hand.

Machine is working honestly non-stop...

It was a press machine.

I watched it with curiosity.

That spectre enchanted me.

In the evening, near the shop

Machine is working like a carefree snob.

I was watching but on other hand my eyes around

With worry.

People who see me can think about me crazy.

Finally, I went away.

Like eternal rhythmic voices

Can it turn into a human?

Can it be a miracle?

If I love it at enough level. 

I was going there almost every day.

I have become more and more attached to it.

My spirit slowly turned to the machine.

One day in the dusk, one guy in the park

He was watching me with evil looks.

I went away in pain...

Can it turn a person if I give it my soul?

Many days I didn't go there...I couldn't.

But machine is still in my brain.

Finally, I decided to see it again.

Around of atelier, there was a large

Construction zone;

Trashes, stuff that doesn't work anymore.

My God! There...Machine. 

No way, no...

Such a silent static.

Somebody had broken it, or itself is broken

I don't know.

Then I understood that,

I was a miserable romantic.

But that's real that, it doesn't lie.

As if for a moment, I saw a monument;

Over it a few drops, does it cry?

God, can I bring it back with my prayer?

A few minutes later the rain got faster,

Hopeless, I left it.