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All mad shadows have choked

In their silent convenient cellars.

Only impetuous singing of birds

Will resurrect these fallen dwellers.

There is no rest from a shout

That is greets from infinite darkness.

It has weaned from the guiltiest ground

And it lives now in carelessness.

May be, it is only beginning,

It’ll continue all in all differently.

We will have to be always in struggle

For the living in outside of cage.

And this fight is always proceeding

Since the times of on ancient age.

Booming shadows always try to break off

The strong thread of the unfair play.

And they only will see the creation

That was once has been taken by pain.

We’ll live contrary to the craziest world,

Tired shoulders will never be bent.

They will not celebrate by a feasting

Our death. We’ll eternally leaving to stand.

May be, it is only beginning,

It’ll continue all in all differently.