Текст песни Филиппенко Мария - 02. Зинаида Гиппиус - Крик

I'm exhausted from fatigue
The soul is wounded, in blood ...
Is there really no pity over us,
Is there no love above us?

We carry out a strict will,
Like a shadow, quietly, without a trace,
On the inexorable road
We go - no one knows where.

And the burden of life, the burden of the godmother.
The further, the harder ...
And an unknown death awaits
At the ever-locked doors

No murmur, no surprise
We do what God wants.
He created us without inspiration
And, having created, he could not fall in love.

We're falling, the crowd is powerless
Powerlessly believing in miracles
And from above, like a gravestone,
The blind crush the heavens.

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