White Silence, take me in your flare
And blind my eyes with gleaming glare.
Warm up my slumber with your cold
And kill my dreams … of grey and gold.
White Silence, save me from tomorrow
Another day should never follow.
My hopeless hours come and go –
I’ve got to stop this senseless flow.
White Silence ... Mourning chants to hear,
But I can’t drop a single tear.
Dark cypress branches reach for me,
To scarlet poppy fields I flee
Combure me, Silentium Album
Flagrare volo, non sperare
Pereat mecum somnus flavus
Solatio es, Silentium Album.
White Silence
© Copyright: Александра Абанина, 2007
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