Under the night of wind,
I can see the magical thing –
It’s coming, It’s running.
And the sun is still shining…
Hail to the heaven,
Say goodbye to hell.
It will raise the souls,
The bodies of the dead.
And will cover all the holes
In the sky. But who knows?
I know – the miracle’s here.
Closer, than ever, it will be
Here, forever. Hear, near…
…And was the the night
Of painful and bloodied fight.
Noone escaped, everyone’s dead.
But we are alive – the guardians of life
Guardians Of The Life
© Copyright: Летящий Вдаль, 2005
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