Long as the cross of an angel
still recalls the night fixedly on a disaster like the collapse of the ubiquitous
sky lethal storm kills
like a lost dream in the end, people go!
purpose of the burns in you
Here are the past helpless resignation dance
ruddych broken lives of people lose
on the gloomy clouds fell on fallen like a cross crowu spit
painful wolf encounters against everything hidden hunger
Is not this the irony of fate that my we dancing...