Funeral march.
Junior march.
Among the crosses stand one.
And bury me,
And do not meet
Me at the window the sun.
I love you, life, but here
It was my time to disappear.
And soul's eternal fear
Reality tear...
This world apart.
Banner of the rat
Tear burned my eyes.
In Heaven or Hell go,
At cemetery snow,
Fresh grave covers the ice.
I love the peoples that remained.
My evil enemy, my dear friend.
But the clock is ticking, and
I give that lent...
Мой похоронный марш
© Copyright: Евдокия Кравченко, 2013
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