They pass me when I close my eyes Ragged lines of ragged grey Grey their faces, grey their hands Grey the ghosts that haunt this land Their pain, it echoes through the hills Through no one living ever left
This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
The muffled sounds of cries and moans Od swearing, shooting and commands They all disappeared in this big land Where summer's harsh and winter kills Where gold is hidden, death's for free And freedom came from weapon steel
This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
The forest conquered all the camps Broke walls, cut fences down to earth The forest conquered all the camps Broke walls, cut fences down to earth
Land of gold and land of death, a graveyard for the lost You gave the treasures, you tool the men, you'll keep them forever
(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost (This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
The cold wind's crying for the lost He knows the sites where they all lie The wolves are howling in the woods Howls like calling up the dead I'd rather trust in ther fangs Than mercy by man's hand
This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
The cold wind's crying for the lost The one who knows their namesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
