Death breathes a song
Anna's keeping flowers in her gentle arms
Caressing the trees
The sky's so sad now
As a fugitive
Hidden in the catacoms
Her pale mumbling
Wandering between I've been and I am
I will defet you!
That's all I could hear
Before she became
A crashed bird
On the alphalt's shoulders
Today loneliness has a rancid taste
Just like a soul bathed in vinegar
Passenger in a plane
Crucified on the vast sky
The burden of memory
Over the black cradle
A cross
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