Construction is over, I'm left for my own
In echoes still flicking around
And wind of grey autumn, on my window it knocks
Searchin' for someone inside
Storm through dead night turns in mist by the rise
But star seems less bright in its dim
All burdens I carried are standing in line
Instead of the way it should be
Construction is over, I'm left for my own
In echoes are dying around
And wind of grey autumn on my window does knock
Crying of the one locked inside
May be it's fate - can I blame it for all
Or pray it for anything more?
The last thing I've realized - it should be a show
Of wind crying of someone is done
09/02/2024
Opera 2 - Витас - Опера 2
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