The Noble Cannibal

Evening casts its veil over Baktile
Stars testify my sadness.
I cannot sleep this lonely night,
What have you done to lie breathless?
Where you born to quench the other's hunger?
Have you deserved such an end?
I'll shed my tears in damp and stuffy jungle
For you, my unfortunate friend.

You know, I'm not much of a warrior...
It's not me who's killed you...
Nevertheless I'm ashamed,
My heart aches and I feel blue.
I never thought of high and abstract matter
And never noticed the dark side of life...
A shaman taught me: "Аll is for the better."
But now I know that I was blind.

You had a wife and two amazing children,
You hoped to educate them in Paris...
All your dreams will be buried in our stomachs,
Plans for better life have also perished.
Yea, that's that... Cruel the life is...
Rest in peace, you guiltless creature...
And forgive me once more, please.
Oh, how the death's distorted your features!

You're my eternal pain. And there's no salvation.
I pray all Gods for you, slain human, on my knees.
Famine... The scourge for poor backward nations...
And I am hungry, so forgive me, please.