Translated by Roma. My lips are getting closed by steel To black is fading life and going out From heart are flying I can feel Elusive birds and make no shout And like a bird I sent my soul Against a solar ray of sky But I believe in nothing from of old And I expect no grace that's why My age exchanged the bells of truth For sharpen lights and humens' lie And somewhere died a bird on move In the collided rays of night The time has come and stronghold fell A dimond broke the heaven down My death is near I feel it's smell Trumpet is calling to account Whitish ashes whitish dust Fearless in this sound I trust Always will it restful keep All graves and stones asleep
Comments: uprox@yandex.ru
Copyright © UproX