How will it be?
By Antol Khinevich
Translation: Hanna Komar, John Farndon
She dreamed a dream of liberty;
she dreamed she would one day breathe free.
And she believed that on that joyful day
we will win. How old will we be?
In a day, in a month or in nine months,
good honest people will win, maybe.
Or perhaps in years their children will
Finally win. How old will they be?
Or in many many years, a new generation
Unlike us will take to the streets
to slowly rise from their knees to claim
freedom. How many will there be?