The bottle of wine is not finished,
A bitter dregs remain at the bottom.
And it's not our fault
That we found ourselves in this war.
And this is not our war at all,
But we are no longer who we were before.
Truth fights for truth,
What will be the result?
That bitter dregs of guilt,
A forgotten lesson of history, a difficult fault.
And God will forgive us everything,
For we do not know what we are doing.
Forgotten words, gone into the sand,
Flying years: everything comes to an end.
And on the table again stands a glass,
Half full or half empty — it will pass.
It's all someone's clever plan,
And again, sadness comes to man.
And it's not our fault
That we found ourselves in this war.
And this is not our war at all,
But we are no longer who we were before.
And God will forgive us everything,
For we do not know what we are doing.
The Bitter Taste
© Copyright: Сергей Стецко, 2026
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more of my poetic music awaits on my channel.
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