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Do you hear such a sound?
Dead are comin’ from the ground.
You have no time say “why?”,
Minute later you will die.
For the last thing they don’t care,
Nothing’s gonna change or dare.
Only if one could them burn,
They’d exactly not return.
You are heroes, you are brave,
Dig them back to their grave!
You will kill thus all the pain
And they’ll never come again.
Burn these dirty crispy bones,
Flash the soil to the roames.
They were men, so you can miss
‘Em to lie and rest in peace.
Well, the half of ‘work is done,
But it’s not the end of some.
Read the prayer on the tomb,
They’ll be shut in their room.
Wherever then you pray,
It will only bring decay.
Quickly twist on soil mud,
Leave them rott in the graveyard.
02.02.98
Do you hear such a sound?
© Copyright: Георгий Рогожников, 2007
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