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ANATHEMA

You lie in Chile
Like in a mass grave
Nerud was killed ...
Soldiers with hands with their hands
Suitable with artificial wreaths
The soldiers left your gate
Your arrest is finished
Your round is won
The poet dies
Freedom died
Freedom died
The poet dies
Lying you back with flowers stolen
How Lorca lay young and murdered
Matilda is beautiful and straight
Pound tears bent to the body
Tyrants do not understand poets
When they understand then kill
Olive Pablo with lilac eyes
The only singer among titled
You called on decks, for birthdays
Fences are joint, but separate deaths ...
Did you call me to read the stadiums?
In all stadiums, prisoners scream!
The poet was killed, the great captive ...
You are the Neruda brothers, clanging with shutters,
Put black ribbons on the lapels,
As the once red - partisan
A minute of silence?
A minute of anathema!
A minute of anathema
A minute of anathema
A minute of anathema
Replace necrologues and epitaphs!

Anathema
You are a soldier's mafia
Anathema
A little escaped in foreign Ilyushin
Anathema
My democratic illusions
The killers of the poets on the list, alphabetically -
Anathema, anathema, anathema
Let me go to the grave of Neruda
I will bring a handful of Russian land and will be
I will forgive me to swallow longing and shame
With the last poet of the murdered freedom
Let me go to the grave of Neruda
I will bring a handful of Russian land and will be
I will forgive me to swallow longing and shame
With the last poet of the murdered freedom ...