INTIAMO - Драма
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The shadow people fly away
Into the icy steppe
More deaths than births
My cold age

The sky in my palm
The guardian of darkness walks
And in the ruins those will drown
Who remain only children

And all this for what?
All this for what?
And all this for what?
All this for what?
All this for what?

All this for what? I'm tired, Mom.
That they're burning down the churches.
The gulf between us has no end in sight.
Help me, Mom.
Avoid all the drama.
And forget myself with the caress.
Your face.

The wind has wandered through the cemeteries again.
Fate will not mark some with gray hair.
Children will fall silent under the ruins of wars.
We are so alone on this planet.
Adult men divide spheres of influence.
Adult men mete out punishment.
And maybe there was, but the soul has fallen silent.
After all, the market, children, decided everything.
And the sunset is getting closer every day.
Melancholy creeps along the charred huts.
Joyful laughter once resounded here.
Now it's gone, like all the inhabitants.
Payment will come for everything, even from Pontius Pilate.
While he washed his hands, a tornado whirled.
Lives are carried away from bloody fields.
While anointing the ranks is generously showered with oil.

And what is all this for? What is all this for?
What is all this for?
What is all this for?

I'm tired, Mom.
That they're burning down churches.
The gulf between us.
There's no end in sight.
Help me, Mom.
Avoid all the drama.
And forget myself in the caress.
Your face.