I am getting lost into this road's emptiness,midst the tall houses
Which are rising high as homes of the images of God
Those who drank from the spring of youth,who built up a paradise
But they didn't find a human there
But a long,painful death
Streams a tear,streams another
Water is streaming from eyes on and on
From chest to hems,from hems to river and from river to a lake
The lake is as deep as the blackest sorrow
Black like the night sky is dark
The birches of the underworld, without leaves, are whispering names of the two of us
I am wandering in unfamiliar landscape,hoping
Tired I take a rest in the shade of the birches of the underworld
Won't you say something,do something,so I might wake up
Roads of the underworld,from its fields shall I get back my life
Streams a tear,streams another
Water is streaming from eyes on and on
From chest to hems,from hems to river and from river to a lake
The lake is as deep as the blackest sorrow
Black like the night sky is dark
The birches of the underworld, without leaves, are whispering names of the two of us
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