When the sun goes down I hear voices,
Turning my face towards the night.
The veil of darkness I explore,
Ancient worlds I dreamt about.
Shadows inhabit over there,
Whispering in unknown tongue...
Spirits lost, never to glare
Circling freely round and round.
Voices screaming in my head -
Fatal Message of the dead,
I won't fail to say good-bye,
Dissolving in the violet sky.
I'm ready to follow my shadow...
Who will spy these spirits lost?
No one cares to take a look
At the everlasting sky,
At the lost forgotten spook.
Fly away to the black night,
Leave this tinsel desolate Land,
Long ago the morrow died,
I hear voices in my head.
Voices
© Copyright: Дмитрий Сучков, 2006
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