...sadness...
...torments...
...bitterness...
...deadness...
my pride - left behind so far away
buried way down at the bottom of splendour and majesty
i erased the past from living memory
i burned the bridges on the rivers of past moments
can the dead feel the pain, tell me,
can they dream?
listen,
wind is singing his song
it is a bitter song for the dead
silence around my grave seems so familiar
with its tranquillity caresses weary ears
calmly i am watching my fire-burnt sky
i turn back, disappearing into shadows
rain is crying
it is a bitter song for the dead
and the words will fade
and the stars will die
everything will pass
but sorrow remains

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