Judas-Tree, my deserted blood branch 

What color is the sky above you today?

Is it sunny, or is it gray?

In this forsaken corner of the world, 

No sunshine above me

No springtime to flaunt me

All I can see is a wall 

So dark and sad,

My breath would stall

So clustered, my gaze won’t reach

The flickering light of a dying lamp,

The only legacy this dark night can preach

The air is a prisoner in this suffocation

Stale, colorless, in stagnation

Not a glance from the sun,

in the silence of this forgotten crypt

In the cold breeze of this corner, 

Candle flames, all eventually drift

A memory, colorful and teary 

My Judas-Tree, over there, like my bloody heart, lonesome and weary

Tell me, Judas-Treeو

Springtime and mourning,

Is there a common mystery?

Or the ground awash with the blood of sparrows

Is my sorrow, springtime’s trickery?

Judas-Tree, catch the bloody grip of the ground and hold

Ask him to stop this circle of sorrow and scold

Joshua-Tree, my blood branch

When the doves come singing by the window at dawn

Hurry, take my flowery being and show me their flight before they are gone

Judas-Tree, the colorful banner of spring

High at mast and elevated shall remain your being

The colorful memory of my compatriots, you shall always hold

My unsung ballads, you shall always sing, truth be told