Within me there're still bleeding wounds by Oliver Klauss translated by Miqhael-M. Khesapeake

I am a tree with dry leaves,
a smouldered fire like lingering to die out,
within me there're still bleeding wounds
and the deep marks begin to be painful a lot

Within me there're living only words
with broken wings I'm elevating to the sky,
within my soul there're dug graves,
it's winter just forever and a cold dry

I am a path which toward nowhere leads
with small steps, like one from sleep awaken,
I'm staring into vacancy with full-of-fog eyes
and I have still a heart of a HUMAN...