Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only,Why I caressed
Wistful shadow of the pastSailed through gloomy depth of my
Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today,When the prophets
By the river of passion, empty longings without feeling,Is Dazbog's
Look of my eyes, full of sadnessSpread diffusely on affable
Cool and unfeeling is the look of my eyes,In which
Hear my song, which my breast opens me,To my hands
My numb wings...Already I don't know the words,Which once I
As the cold penetrated in my bodyAnd I heard the
In darknesses I saw her cheerless world,In which eyes are
I am only solitary tree, standing in the main field,Which
Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust
I lived to love,To retain your magicIn my memory.By the
Oh, how stone became for me this world,The world which
No voice, no singing,I call at the distance.Only like sad
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