Its a nights without dream
Its a dryness in a mouth
And desire wild to drink
From which it would be to howl
Its a march under beams
Of the scorching sun on sand
It is crying under a string
To our great fatherland
It explosions downwind
Sea of blood in heavy fire
Eyes blinding, roar and ring
Broken truth and falling lie
Its a nights without dream
© Copyright: Рубер Соул, 2010
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