Those clouds in blackened veil Portend nothing but anguish The insouciance in our lives Has been no more than foolish Recalling our past days Taste now like rotting mildness The warmth within our veins Is iced over in silence Drown in despair Eradicating pain Is freezing in my soul The sight ahead constrains Me to lose all control The light of life removed Right from my brother’s eyes Our native land unmoved Our population dies Die and decay
Squalls and rainstorms Roaring thunders Hopefulness declining The cry of my son Hushed by the soundless Wrath of nature, “Spare him, Mercy…”
RIT
Leave a whisper for this wind For he caressed the faces Of our fallen o nes So take our story with you Fly and spread my lament ______
The irony of god Is cruel in sight but not in sound As I see people rot I look, desperate, for my friends Their lives, my village sinks Submerged by water in the flood
Their expression still screams But deaf and dreary was their end (Silent)
The devastation molds In thunder, storm and cries The paintbrush of our death Depicted a moonrise And in repulsive gore Of corpses which prostrate They will grow more and more The storm and waves: our fate
We only need a merciful destiny We haven’t enough strength to bear this carnage
Raging rumbles Chaos in rampage Impartiality is heartless Hear my prayers Leave my dears here Don’t make my grip Lose his hand “Take me Instead…”
RIT
Our souls will live In your memories till the end of time So take the light with you Don’t leave us tonight
(My son smiles at me My wife embraces me I hold them close “This won’t end, I swear”)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
