The war is over. 17.04.14.
Bloody lips
I kiss on the wind.
Blood from the wound -
You left in a blizzard .
Nervously I ask for life,
I want you to resurrect.
What will happen next?
I can't live through you.
Steppes bleed around,
We are together
Looking at the dark sky...
I hear the sound of the surf around...
Red cross on the sleeve,
White robes.
See - soldiers running away,
On the river i heard the groans.
.....
You lie in the damp earth
And I must continue to live.
Debt should not wait in the blizzard:
Need to live through.
The war is over
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