Текст песни AshenCub - Автор

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Moon over the stump of the house .
Luna head from his shoulders .
Spring will not rise again ,
And there is no longer protected.
In my town, rush the wind ,
Mirage tearing eyes ,
And the city in a remote dawn
Do not try to go down in an hour .
How early in your old age comes ,
When the dying soul ,
When there's nothing left
Beyond the veil of night .
And their own fairy tale author
Breaks bend of the wing ,
And vidit- vpervye- truth ,
After all, the tale of his died.
EshA , 2009 .