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Dead garden (text)

Dead garden. Empty house. Different roses still store mourning about her, dry trees whisper her name.

And let the wind bears her name, the earth stores her ashes, but time in the abyss, she is for centuries ... Eve ...

Cuts the soul crying. Blood warms my fingers. But the scream of pain sinks in the stream of laughter of the sky, and I tear the earth in a fit of anger and tears with my hands.

I scream her name again and again. I'm waiting for the wind will bring her voice ...

But tears will not return life to the garden,

The mourning is gloomy.

The centuries of gray days will swim.

Everything is forever like death.

I will enter the house under the veil of silence, composed of stone, tormented shower out of fear of loss of her ...

And here I am one among them, but the memory keeps silence about conscience. There is her image, there is a name, there is a voice, there are tears ...

A knife of silence is tearing my mind, pain gives rise to fear. And time in the abyss. She is for centuries ... Eve ...

Only a frantic scream and silence oppressed ...

Swallowing tears and blood of the bitten lips, I still hope to hear her voice. And I hear him ... in the bowels ... I go to her ...

Bleeding the cursed fate, I beg the sky: "Keep hatred!"

Do not return life to the garden with blood

This is an easy way to hell

The centuries of gray days will swim

Eternal crying about her.