Все Люди Смертны - Река
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A flock of black birds
Flies high
Lonely scream
Blinds a veil of the shackles

And the wind will bring
Ashes hundreds of bodies
And primitive trepidation before the flame

This river has no tributary
Its shores will become forgotten
This river has no tributary
Its shores will become forgotten

Day passes, night will come
You won't find here under the wing of sunset
Neither truth nor brother
Immoral, dirty river

And taking a step
In a filthy swamp
Your last breath will delight night

This river has no tributary
Its shores will become forgotten
This river has no tributary
Its shores will become forgotten

The course of the river

The wind died down, the lights went out
Who came to his senses.
Here it is standing in the middle of the void
The course of the river caresses

And taking a step
The last breath
Without taking a step
A scream breaks the drawer of the shackles