The union of hearts is over,
And I can't touch those beautiful lips.
Now I feel only cold,
And the rocks grow through my hips.
Your hand is not in my hand,
I no longer feeling your soul.
And in fire perished my land,
In my head there is hole.
Now I'm blind and deaf again,
I don't feel the heat or the wind.
I'm rotting alive, I feeling the pain,
There is only miserable mind.
The union of hearts is over
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