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In the dark, cold day

In the midst of graves, wind is whisper

recollects time of glory

to shut out bitter taste of forgotten

In the midst of monuments grewat battles

only gentle cry of mothers

Dead heroes scream

still whisper words of revenge

On monuments of great peoples

only limp leafs

Today no one wants remember

past glory brightnes

I lose all - hope, love and faith

Now I have only sorrow and bitterness

Blow wind blow

bring me sight of death when my time comes

and when I die whisper you sad lilt of pain

When the silence of the night cover graves,

only small fires rightness

elucidate my face

I come to you again

o see grave of my dreams

I'll not abhor in silence

Let the world die with me

Forgivebess is only dream

I have only blood and tears

Let the wind of night

waft words of my sorrow

on black wings of ravens

to the end of hells.