Arbasoen Mendekua

Today I dreamed
with our forests
we talked to them,
they took us
to a cemetery
full of lambs and full moon.

They told us
about their grief,
how they fought
against the enemy,
usual screams
swords in hand,
they will rise again
the opposite of the forest
the opposite of the forest.

From their graves
they would like to leave
quietly among the mist,
return to us
mothers who used to
knowingly provide.

Filled with sadness
they used to live
losing their identity
seeing us,
we have told them
we will not give up
together with them
the opposite of the forest
the opposite of the forest.

Endless problem
from century to century.
Even the dead
have already become impatient.

When climbing to the top of the mountain
feelings
remind us
of this piece of land
who it belongs to