1
And this day has come again;
Sacred fires are burning down,
Conceding souls to panic strain,
And suffocating silence’s around;
2
Desperate sobbings’re everywhere,
Irrepressible thirst of destruction
Directs semiunconscious minds,
The frenzied mourning rules over us;
CH
Tomorrow will never begin,
‘Cos we will fall for our sins,
We are waiting for the sign,
Being in the cage of our mind;
3
The constellation is leaving zenith,
Hundreds eyes with fear
Are turned to the sky;
And granting new day to us,
The long-awaited spark is cut,
The page is turned once again,
Admired whisper is heard,
We’re praising the white god;
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© Copyright: Ирина Галаган, 2010
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